I had this idea
about trying to write a poem
from memory
with my fingers located exactly one key
off
and see what the shapes would look like
and if there was someone
who could still read it
as though the words came
straight from my tongue to their ear.
And then I woke up
to one of the worst hangovers I've known
and drank
until I could forget
tidal ambition
and the tide pools of the dead and floundering
pieces of things that should never
grace a human eye
that dwell in the depths of
the fatty creases of my head.
