capillary

all the men in the family
have telltale topical abrasions
it was whiskey again
and we sat on the floor punching each other
autumn, she is bruised
(i don't mean that poetically)

i drank until i
became my problem
needing to be isolated
do me a favor and don't ask what happened to my arm
tell me i'm not an asshole
let it go
whatever i might've done

every now and then
i need to recalibrate my sense of tolerance
to know how much more or less i need to take
to find myself
tearful