poesie

tequila

daydrinking again, 
feels like a backstep into
waters deep and cold.

the numbness,
so soft and caressing
to my aching ego.

it's the funniest of ironies,
poisonous and burning
and so so endearing.

my hands clumsy and 
my head heavy, not as if it
were ever lightr.

my chest is convoluted,
what a funny word,
convoluted.

it's the prettiest of ironies,
lemon acid and bitter
and so so soothing.