Hi. I’m an Alcoholic. Nice to Meet You.

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Hi.

I’m Kindra—alcoholic.

It’s been thirsty seconds since my last drink, and

thirty nine years since my last confession.

I turn forty in December.

I’ve kissed a few girls,

dropped acid

once,

finger fucked myself eleventy hundred times, and

committed adultery with an Englishman

who won’t leave me alone—

my pussy is lined with gold.

I smoke pot with my dad,

who abhors alcohol.

 

Hi.

I’m Kindra.

My mother was an alcoholic.

I don’t know how many times she’d

finger fucked herself, or how many joints

she’d smoked while riding shot-gun with my dad.

I don’t know if she’d ever dropped acid, or how many times

she might’ve wished she could confess to a god who’d

forsaken her.

All I know is that her life isn’t my problem—

I don’t have to make amends on her behalf.

 

My name is Kindra, and I battle against alcoholism.

I understand why I use, and I’m determined to

crush the crutches.

 

I’m determined to live for me.

 

© Kindra M. Austin

(image: The Piano Bar)

 

 

73 Comments

    1. ❤ ❤ ❤ Today has been a great day, despite the evil sickness that Morgan visited upon this household. Jim and I are both sick. Who knew an innocent baby could make you feel like you've swallowed broken glass? My throat hurts. Ugh.

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  1. Your a soldier of one in an army of the few
    I hear your spirit and it sounds strong you write it out Kindra that’s what we do…over and over till there’s no more words in you ..you are the wick of the candle there always should be light
    As Sheldon Yoursly

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      1. I’m gonna tell you something you always welcome your consistent and loyal fan of mine……and dam good fuvkin writer
        Big Cyber Hugs with as love as you can possibly absorb through the screen
        Aka The Professional Cannon
        You’ll excuse me I haven’t use that in along
        So make that the bow on this packagr

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      1. Cheers Kindra. I’m not bad. Just need to keep finding the motivation to prioritise my writing lest my brain becomes a mush of gaming knowledge and football trivia.

        Did you know my beloved Wolverhampton Wanderers haven’t won a top tier league title since the 1950s. Bugger! See what I mean?

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      2. Cheers Kindra. I’m not bad. Just need to keep finding the motivation to prioritise my writing lest my brain becomes a mush of gaming knowledge and football trivia.

        Did you know that my beloved Wolverhampton Wanderers haven’t won a top tier league title since the 1950s. Bugger! See what I mean?

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      1. I’m doing ok, sweet one 💓 School is kicking my arse and I’ve got my hands full with the kittens who are growing like weeds, and overall things are ok, I think 😉 Very happy for you that you’ve got stuff to look forward to! 🙌🏼💕

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  2. OMG. I read this and etarted to sob. And laugh. I am not an akcoholic but know ALL of those feelings. This poem is anazing. I can’t find the words to express what it fid to me. You are a very gifted poet

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    1. Thank you. I thought about what people go through at AA when I wrote this. Also, it’s about the absurdness of admitting things that don’t really matter.
      Thank you for reading, and taking the time to leave your thoughts, 🙂

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