Rainy rain morning

"Might be the last of the season"

My sister said

Lying in bed drinking coffee

Cold espresso 

Jack Kerouac

was an alcoholic

Richard Brautigan too

So what 

I'm not an alcoholic and I can't write for shit

Maybe I should drink myself to death

While reading Bukowski

and his wonder and disgust at the meat covered bones

of America 

But no

I take all my pills

My endocrinologist is hot and she keeps my

Numbers in range

"You need more potassium"