If I don’t watch it, this lake
is vodka and I won’t care I don’t
know how to swim. Getting sober
is like that. I go out into the world
and look you in the eyes and say
I’m fine. I’m having a good time
and you go on, never knowing
I was half-underwater, that
there was a monster trying
to make its way to the surface
and I had to push him down.