Buying boxes, bubble wrap, and packaging tape
Emptying all the drawers out and throwing away
The coupons expired, the ticket ignored
There's no need to park here anymore
I have whiskey on my breath and I'm stammering
A slurred request for something stronger in my next drink
I don't have the courage to speak
Title page, previous works
Dedicate to spouse and to son
A foreword, a prologue, brief epigraph
“You're gonna fail” in Latin
Crossing the room here feels like crossing rivers
In a video game I played when I was ten
The worst part is right now I can't remember
One good thing happening
I have whiskey on my breath and I'm stammering
A slurred request for something stronger in my next drink
All the whiskey on my breath it is ruining
Any chance I'll get to not embarra** myself
Walk up to you and say hello…