$1.50 Metaphors All Nite Long

She’s too full of booze and prose
To be reasonable now.
The taps are open and she’s
Emptying her pen like a pint glass:
Words come out as bubbly as Nabakov
And go down as harsh as Mad Dog.
At last call she’ll be reeling,
Careening from signpost to simile
Trailing villanelles and violence in her wake.
Later I’ll hold her up, hold her hair
Give her water, aspirin, whiteout.
She’ll be in a hungover haze
In a few hours, nursing a rewrite
Like a morning-after mimosa.