Our Flo

Let me tell about Flo
Sisterless sister
Brotherless mother
Firebrand lover
Balled-up energy
Caterwaul wife
Flo, you see right
Is no blunt-edged knife

She’ll give you her last
Stand up and be counted
She calls how she sees it
Flo sees right through it
First in the morning
Last down at night
If you’re up for a battle
Flo’s all out to fight

You keep Flo close
Keep her close to your back
Take a breath, drop your guard
She’s already attacked
Sweet menace of mind
Lighting evenings with laughter
Flo burns your night
Brings the dancing tongue

Now you know Flo
See her tenor, her gravity
Your eyes now clear to her
Threat and gentility
When you feel her breath
Some dark quarter drunk sweetly
Keep your wits sharp
Check your tongue for stupidity

Booze

Are you happy?
Angry?
Sad?
When you drink
do you go mad?
Do you drink
to
drown
your
sorrows?
Or down drinks
to cheer tomorrows?
Are you happy?
Angry?
Sad?
Can you recall
what thoughts
drinks had?

Squirrel, Kelsey Park, 2012