I boarded the plane with a child
in my seat so I offer to exchange
window for middle
I’m a father myself, you know.
What do I care? It’s 2 hours to LAX
the attendant offers me the isle at 23c
but it’s closer to my boss and
i want a triple vodka and no worries as
that’s the best for drinking
too much, with out care
they say it’s suicidal to drink yourself to death
but i’m dying anyway
someday I’ll kick this habit
someday I’ll acknowledge my reality
and will never deny myself a drink again
for now though I’ll squeeze in
tucked between two strangers waiting
until my drunk arrives.
It’s just a carpet convention after all.