One Poem by Lindsey Dilks

Beer-Thirty AM

I wake up at 4 AM and can't go back to sleep,
so I finish off the beer from last night,
and head for another.

Ants have set up camp in the bathroom
and they've worked their way
in a slow, methodical dance
toward the kitchen,
highlighting the path from my room
to the fridge.

My roommate is passed out in the living room.
He has his own room,
but for some reason,
seems to prefer the couch,
with the TV blaring all night.

I use this as an excuse to slam back a beer
to go back to sleep,
but lately
it seems I'll use anything
as an excuse to have a drink.

So I chug another beer
at 4 AM,
and I hope I can go back to sleep
just long enough
to forget.