Sleeping shit

“How you been sleeping?”

The physiologist

at the westy clinic tells me

my liver is abnormal.

Asks how ive been sleeping

I tell the Indian dude

Who swears so he can

Relate to me

and my tattoos

That I sleep like a baby.

That I haven’t been to bed

Sober in over seven months.

When he asks if im suicidal

I tell him im afraid of death

And he writes it in his computer.

He says

"No poor bastard can

Live forever,

Ben."

Im diagnosed with anxiety (again)

and depression

Then he says

he fears

im an alcoholic

He Says next week

I want to know what you

Want from these sessions

And to have at least three

Alcohol free days.

i walk home

cook a t-bone steak

drink a beer.

I think I will give next week a miss.
and the week after that.

I want nothing out of

this

at

all.