Hiccupping Whiskey

27 May 2026

https://poems.culturing.net/2026/05/27/hiccupping-whisky/

Now I get it, having turned
myself around and around, asking everyone
if they had seen the reason why
love continues without respite, why men
and women continue to dance in the midst
of egregious pain...It's all clear to me now,
all too clear, but I stand here
hiccupping whiskey, unloved, maybe
better for it, maybe not so far from life
after all. What is eros? Our master
or slave? Or some petulant neighbor
who interrupts our lives now and then?