Punch Bowl, part II
I lingered in the punch too long.
Submersion is no longer sweet.
Instead a stagnant fermentation
clogs my nose, ears, throat…
A thick, sticky, stifling substance.
I try to clear my throat and can’t.
The residue makes me gag.
I curse myself for getting in the punch.
I said I wouldn’t do it or if I did
I could get out on my own.
Now I don’t know if I can keep myself from drowning.