I slept with a copy of Big Sur
by my pillow
a read
of a man charting
alcoholic decline
I have drunk too much
to remember my face
I have drunk too much
to remember the facts
I have drunk too much
and forgotten the race
here-there-get up-go-get-it-done
but woke beside the book
feeling good
and like doing nothing
at all
all day
until night fell again
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