two nights ago i bought a bottle of gin

because, grace, she

made alcohol look like a fun ride to take out for a spin

and two sips made me understand

that Gordon’s London Dry Gin clearly puts the

‘gin’

in ‘ginger’ (the latter being invented by a redd hede in 1652)

while this liquefied manifestation

of zingiber officinale takes a strangely pleasurable ride down my mouth-shaft

(much like acid that grows flowers instead of burns)

i sit tight and think about what has become

of my life