Erika Wurth

Issue #
January 31, 2017

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.

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