Sometimes I drink to cry.
I see the world with clarity and sadness through wine-soaked spectacles.
Sometimes I drink to cry.
Toxic masculinity means it is hard to feel and express my pain and sadness in the full light of daytime sobriety.
I need another small drink and another small drink to make it okay.
Only then do I let it out.
My Grampa, My Gramma, My Grampa, My Friend, My Friend, My Kitty, My Friend, My Dad, MY Kitty, My Friend, My Friend finally can be mourned.
I see the world with an open heart and an open mind at night, by myself, surrounded by media of my choosing.
I envelope myself in heartfelt expressions of love and sadness.
In the daylight these are scared away.
Now, they live.
Sometimes I drink to cry.
Sometimes I drink to write and cry and say goodbye.
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