The weekend of the ninth and tenth in the words of a poet.

In the immense silence

I am dissolving

I cannot keep the gauze

from my eyes

I take the charged sun

into my stomach

for anybody

and the generations

the generations

and the generations

will have to do it

for themselves

I am unwed

completely surrendered

to inertia

lolling lethargy

aware of the integrity

in each drop of whiskey

not interested

in pretending

that I am not drunk

intensely hunkered down

within slabs of indecency

quietly becoming brimstone

blurring

guilt ridden funk

I surrender completely

to incapacity

I am leaving

I am going

I am gone

Miriam Halliday Borkowski The Drunk's Wife Leaving the City