Your Eyes to the Sun

 
 
Don’t worry, you’ll find your reason to drink. Someone will break your heart hard
and clean and like a bone that needs to be re-set, you will fix it like a maniac doctor
with all of the wrong things, a maddened expression on your romantic Indian face
because you are both the doctor and the patient, waiting to be clean, waiting to set sail,
drinks on the Riviera, drugs in Mexico, you will have it all, you will pass out
like the rest of them, beautiful and bright and shining as the day you were born, your eyes
on the sun, no burn, your back to the sand, until you sink. And find your reason to drink.