birthday boy

you were planning two
birthdays this year -
after 365 days of sobriety

there was to be a cake
frosted with lemon ice
a single candle
lighting your face

then the text message:
hey mum i relapsed
yesterday got drunk.
going to aa meeting tonite
told my sponsor, eh

where is the harbour
that will hold you, little
boat, out in rough seas
lights blazing, your hull
keeling in deep water?

the day you were born
it rained like hell
your sister declared your toes
white as haricot beans

my name is ... and i am ...

after the meeting you ring
i love you eh, mum
and for a wild moment
i think you're drunk again

 

Frankie McMillan
Christchurch
2nd place


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