hungover
i only write poetry
when i’m hungover
i’m only nice
when i’m hungover
i’m only hungover
when i’m hungover
i only do the poet voice
when i’m hungover
i only find things profound
when i’m hungover
i’m always hungover
when i’m hungover
i’m only immortal
when i’m hungover
good date
stomach hurt
from eating
carrots all day
at work
but when i got to the bar
it settled
drank two red stripes
she drank one
she had a seltzer too
talked about growing up
catholic
confession
never telling the priest
when we masturbated
she was much more beautiful
than me
and smarter too
i think
and at the end of the date
we hugged a couple times
and went separate ways
ask me anything
at bars
bartenders ask
what’s the name on your card
and i say
grantham
and they look confused
so i say
joseph
and they look confused
so i say
joseph grantham
and they bring me back
my card
and to life
and i give them a tip
at panera bread
they ask
chips apple or baguette
and i say apple
but i always throw the apple
away
or at someone
at grocery stores
they ask
did you find everything all right
and i say
everything wasn’t all right
but yes
i found everything
