OPENING MY OTHER EYES

some are meant as hulls that
everyone can sing this song
for how many decades more.

now i will write a letter:

remember when i wrote that letter?
i would like to see it now.

if you bury a woman in dirt
who cares

i'm going to go on and on
i can see myself
in a mirror behind the bar

i can see myself
being a total fucking drunk
for real

not like pitcher while doing dishes
but like
wake up, feel like a brick,
drink over the cliff and go hooting
around the block.

i think that in 23 years i will be the witch of the neighborhood.
i don't know if it will be here.

i might never establish a solid lore.

i could pretty easily eat a cat.
especially if you leave me alone for a month.

i could probably beat something languageless
to death.