I wish it weren't true, little guy,
but I think I am becoming
alcoholic
That first sip of wine
at the wedding
had me dreaming
of more in Hawaii
Champagne, perhaps?
or a Mai Tai—
double rum blending
like amber and blood
And then all my red wine
with dinner
led to Tecate beer
at cantinas
And now I'm a fan of Kahlua
Or what's even cheaper, Kamora,
the coffee liqueur
of the Aztecs
that I mix in coke
in the morning
Little boy,
Where is this leading?
Will I be OK and will you?
Laurie Barton is a poet, fiction writer, and mother of three. Her work has appeared in Artisan and In Other Words.