TRUE STORY

My friend works with alcoholics

and the alcoholics

calculate their drinking in bottles.

My father tells me I drink too much.

I opened a bottle of wine,

in my suburban estate,

for a Scandinavian family from the city.

My father drank every night of the week.

Whiskey. Rum and Coke. A Daiquiri.

My father never told me I drink too much.

A bottle of Lightning. Bells.