lost in the various hinterlands

this afternoon
the dentist leaned over me and
smiled and said,
“I know you, you’re a writer,”
and then he put the drill to
the tooth…

now tonight
at this machine
the way it’s not
I can say
I’m not
a writer…

one thing about being a
professional drunk
(which I am)
is that
that never leaves

although you have many
critics there
who can’t understand
why you do it
or why you continue
to do it
no matter what they

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