Last week I got drunk...

At 3am I walked two miles
to a motorway petrol station…
I was tired so I took a bottle
of red wine in a plastic milk carton.
I rolled around in a farmers field
making giant swear words
until I was scared off by a snake.
Shouted accusations
at the trees for being
too black and far away
to truly BE trees.

This week I updated my CV
(like a responsible adult).
I worried about my general appearance,
and organised my finances.
Realising how little money I have,
I contemplated cashing in the massive
gherkin jar full of change
on the bedside cabinet.
Recalled how my brother
kept the jar by his bed
so he could eat gherkins
when he woke in the night...

and wished it was last week.

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