I want to not drink alcohol but experience the sensation of drunkenness every second
By Chris Moran.
I am reckless, but not as reckless as you think
I will break this kitten’s face with an orangutan’s face
by placing a brick on top of both faces
That doesn’t make sense
but you don’t care
I still think your face is pretty
and
I think that
is the only thing that makes sense right now
Tiny kittens vomiting embalming fluid
in my veins doesn’t make sense
but it’s okay
A walrus fang stabbing my heart
doesn’t make sense
and I think it would only hurt a little bit
I would probably be okay if that would happen
A walrus fang cuts through air
and I like that image because
I wish everything was made of air
If your pretty face was made of air
I think then
I would somehow be a part of it

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Chris Moran is a cat person from central Ohio. His poetry has been published in elimae and is forthcoming in the Outside Voices anthology.
First published in 3:AM Magazine: Sunday, September 16th, 2007.