Alcohol as mountain, cragged as the tip of a cigar, storm-scarfed—
That tall.
    Its shadow a county
I hide in, easier to go through than around. Alcohol as

Valley a river can’t help but cut in two. I am its scavenger
That hunts blue crayfish, my wet teeth
Breaking chitin into bright splinters. I have a season-

to-season mind. I survive on grit, leavings, different fires.
Alcohol as zodiac,
Astral thickets stars tangle on, impenetrable
as if they could be shelter.