Johanna Skibsrud - After Drinking Too Much Gin

When, having showed you out, I sat
down at the table again, I kept going,
almost to the floor;

Funny the way everything seems to run in.

For example.  It did not
feel like it was the

floor that I was headed toward.  No.

It was only

the floor by accident, by
intervention;

as though otherwise, I might have existed in
entirely different terms.  Of

illimitable landscapes.  Ever-
broadening horizons.

And not just in terms, like this, of up, or down.

The melt-off water, in a
single vein, has

split the long drive, and outside,
and all around there is a great

rushing sound.