Interval
If I return to the drink I meant to quit
emptiness waits
Yet the soul grows thicker
why
Even if liquor knows where it belongs
it must be taken alone
like a wolf
Tracing the time that slipped away
what I had to hold on to
was the hour of drinking
It spoke of shedding the shell
worn thin by years
cradling the bottle
and speaking of Palau
The crumpled self
boarding the airport bus
did he shed his skin
Why I let that dim self go
even when I ask the rain
I still do not know
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