monday
it would be pleasant to be drunk:
faithless to my tongue and hands,
giving up the boundaries
for the heroic gin
dead drunk
is the term i think of,
insensible,
neither cool nor warm,
without a head or a foot.
to be drunk is to be intimate with a fool.
i will try it shortly.
~sexton, from letter written during a january northeaster
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