why i stop at two

i learned once (or twice)
judgment can be rolled into a ball
& slipped into a back pocket
ignored for the time being
& for me teeters on a balance
between
that third glass of wine
& the fourth
before i’m up for anything suggested

and that falling just
slightly off kilter
might lead to dancing
on the roof
cheering on fools
that are bobbing for apples
in the toilet
& deciding every poet
should try acid
once
& wind up momentarily lost
in the supermarket
like little kids do,
looking for my mother
among all those aisles of things
boxes i have lost the ability to read
& then racing shopping carts
through a parking lot
at 3 a.m.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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26 Responses to why i stop at two

  1. Seb says:

    And what’s wrong with that?

  2. Nineteenfifteen says:

    I love this, and understand.

  3. Trent Lewin says:

    Ugh, I felt kind of busted when I read this, like you had a look at the things I do (mostly did, but ashamedly sometimes do). I struggle to be good.

  4. unfetteredbs says:

    ooooh I want to party with Susan

  5. nelle says:

    My my. I’ve lost judgement sober, so there ya go. Still, my party days are only seen in the rear view, and there they stay.

  6. good girl! Smart! xo :)

  7. doncarroll says:

    great piece. the acid part i gravitated to. i did that a couple of times. if you care to, i have a piece that reflects that called “flashback ellicit”.

  8. Rhonda says:

    not a poet but i must have hung out with some, cause this sounds awwwwwfully familiar! yikes.

  9. It sounds like you know how to court Dionysus just enough to get a hint of the wine and drunkeness of the world.

  10. davidtrudel says:

    Now that my kids are grown and I no longer have to be a respectable suit, I embrace my inner hippie. Do you know the Dorothy Parker martini poem?
    “I love a martini
    But two at the most
    With three I’m under the table
    With four I’m under the host!”

    • LOL, I have heard it, and love it! Can’t say I identify personally with the last line–mostly roof dancing and shopping cart races–but if I ever got to 6 without being ill, the possibility exists ;)

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