Drink
By Elian Gamino

 

I’ve lived most my life sober as a cat.
My perception completely unaltered,
all clear and logical. It’s misery,
or it became that way after twenty-
one years of seeing things as they were.
Trees were still just that. Poems I’d read
told me nothing they hadn’t before.
Sure, I could explore. I could ponder some
old-hat topic, gain some new perspective,
a new way of thinking. But my eyes get
no update. They see everything the
same. I wanted a filter and found one.
A drink draws warmer light into my eyes,
changing vision’s subjects from concrete things
to carefree actors. Now, though, I can’t think
too well. Thoughts just sink into hazy pits.

 

Elian Gamino from US is an undergraduate student with an interest in stories and the transmission of ideas. He likes books, music, games, and sitting down to hear someone talk as stories are always worth hearing at least once.