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Poof* Take MY water

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human behavior literature sociology writing

AA meetings aren’t for people who need them, they’re for people who want them

he showed up drunk

at 59 years old

.

to pick me up

from the hospital

with another gallon

of wild turkey tossed in the back seat

he had bought

along with

fetid red Marlboros

on the five mile way

.

at that moment

i was no longer certain

who had run out of excuses

him

or me

.

as

i have much more

to lose

than two units

of blood

Categories
addiction poetry sociology

moment of clarity, by god

perhaps i should preface this

by saying this is not a sobriety poem

.

i didn’t decide to stop drinking

because i hit rock bottom

i decided to quit drinking

because i am headed for the top

.

i’ve never woken up beneath an

underpass raped with no memory

or panties

.

never had a dui from a Christmas party

gone wild

.

my liver isn’t about to change its name

to Larry Hagman

.

i decided to quit drinking

to break the family curse

to honor my father and friends

.

i am attending AA meetings

to model good behavior

for my children

.