Portrait of the Alcoholic Floating

in Fort Wayne I drank the seniors     Old Milwaukee

Old Crow    in Indianapolis I stopped    now I regret

every drink I never took    all around     coffee grounds

and eggshells   this sweating    a mouthful

of lime    as a boy I stole a mint green bra

from a laundromat   I took it home to try on

while my parents slept   filled its cups with the smallest

turnips in our pantry   the underwire grew

into me like a strangler fig   my blood roiled then

as now   back on earth frogspit is dripping

down wild aloe spikes   salmon