Sometimes after I drink and sit still for a while,
the world goes silent.
And then slight tones, narrow, shrill beating decimals,
pulse in my ears.
I try to make sure it doesn’t
freak me out.
And only when it is really silent,
and only when I’ve had too much scotch,
it really rings.
I wonder if this sound is alcohol or loneliness.
I wonder if it is chemicals or truth.