I Came Over Drunk

by Lisa Burke

I came over drunk - because I was. I felt bad about it, since I couldn't be happy unless I was drunk. It lifted me up, lifted me right on up... or in. Maybe ½ inch in, and six inches up. I landed right outside my body where I felt no pain, no weight, no leverage. Of course people look at you cross-eyed when you're a little drunk, but if they are free, if they are a little weird, they will see it, and they'll laugh at those jokes, and they'll get it.


Lisa Burke, who blogs here, is going crazy in Connecticut.