I just poured my last whiskey of the night,
reading Annie Dillard, but too drunk to absorb,
so I am switching to watching the moon.
listening to Cady Wire,
and texting a new girl about it.
Also, here's a rainbow about me,
which reminds me
I am an almost perfect blend
of other people.
the mirror does something similar,
so I simply rely on rain I autumn.
I read Donald Hall poems
and contemplate the possibility
that if her and I lived close
we'd be best friends
instead of lovers.