“And Then (On Drinking Responsibly)”

It started at 12:05am
Mildly nervous, even nauseous,
the thought of you knowing curls my tongue backwards.

Then it was 1:17am
Courage kicked me hard in the stomach, or was it stupidity?
Still not sure what happened.

Then it was 1:19am
A sound, your words, erased the existence
of the next few hours of my life.

Then it was 11:01am
I said it straight, none of the sugar coating,
heard what I thought. Stuck in the zone.
Then it was 8:30pm
Guys’ night outs are therapeutic, they say.
Bitter-sweet companions later to be culprits.

Then it was 11:50pm
The world’s out,
one more shot, sweeter and sweeter each time,
loudest laugh,
crunchiest curse word,
a numb slap in the face
but big boys don’t cry.

And then it was 6:04am
Déjà vu
spelt with a hangover.

Published by troycabida

Troy Cabida (b. 1995) is a London-based Filipino poet. He has been a member of the Barbican Young Poets, the Roundhouse Poetry Collective and is a producer for open mic night Poetry and Shaah. His poems have appeared in TAYO, harana, Bukambibig, Cha and Ink, Sweat and Tears. His debut poetry pamphlet "War Dove" is published under Bad Betty Press.

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