Alcohol Closet
In my house
intoxicating liquid
lies unlocked
in a closet.
Subject to the anti-drug
campaign since birth,
I never thought
to try it.
Why? Fear
of addiction,
or of drunkenness?
Both are reversible,
and I am young.
The type
evolves with dad:
First, red Burgundy wine
then a Christmas Heineken
a coworker’s Bahamas rum
a local Bombay Sapphire
Moutai from my uncle.
(Drink intensity
seems to increase
with his anger
Though he's never
lost.)
Another week, another bottle
he consumes
with accelerating ferocity.
Either he is losing discipline
or planned this all along
making more
of time remaining.
Surely I’ve inherited
generously lenient genes
and could drink his path,
But if I start
I risk regretting seventeen
years of abstinence.
Copyright © Jimmy Qin | Year Posted 2016
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