find your old drunk poetry, which you only write when you're drunk, because you never have the guts to attempt something as brash as a calculated line break when you're sober.

You have an empty day
ahead of you you drive
to buy cigarettes for the break
they offer when you see red
lights light ahead of you
indicating you should
stop but you don’t do it
in time your knees crunch back
into your shoulders so
you’re closer than you’ve ever been
to sucking your own dick.