Poof* Take MY water

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
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
.