Drunk

by Chris Butler

I drank so much
that my brain cells
drowned
one by one,
each screaming,
swirling,
around the rounded
tub of the bottle’s
broken bottom,
in the whirlpool
of backwashed
beer and flicked
ashes,
until I finish
the final
sip
and drive
myself under
the influence
to the store
for some
more.