(drinks)

always a finalist

though never the one

&

it’s the potable H₂O

 in the bar fridge

 i need—

can it be

my clouding eyes

(i mean my vision)

or the reasonably priced bottle

of

sauvignon blanc

that

i’m sharing

(as we stretch together

into a timeless misery)

with the philosophy professor

from melbourne—

an,      although riveting,

increasingly worrying

situation

from which

it might be impossible to wake

before i even think

of sleeping—

kept up,  & alert,

by an urgent

contingency

&   (possible) opportunism

that could be

slowly dismantled

by the friendship machine

or even

(boring perhaps to some)

the very isomorphism

agamben or derrida

or

some lacanian or other

warned us against

before

 we desublimated

into a cool, casual enjoyment

(though not without

emotional labour)

of

too many drinks

Pam Brown, a dedicated amateur, has published many books, most recently click here for what we do (Vagabond Press, 2018). She lives on unceded Gadigal land, Alexandria, Sydney.