Lost in Memories


love songs blasting from the headphones as I
delve deeper into intoxication, as a handle of
ouzo gets dangerously empty and it’s still
only 2 in the morning. memories arrive like
tidal waves,  familiar faces flash onto the yellowish from the
nicotine wall and I encounter smiles I have
Forgotten and a pair of glistening eyes I could never forget.
it’s alright, I drink some
more, crack open the second handle; my liver gets
the message: time to die, motherfucker, and it doesn’t
obey. once again, against all medical odds, it
processes the alcohol like a fine-tuned machine.
whispering ghosts fill my apartment, reminding me of
stories I shouldn’t remember, of incidents better left
untold. it’s alright. I drink more; the voices turn
bellowing. hollering at me, begging for me to
remember them
all. I can’t. too much booze, too many substances. I drink
some more, getting lost in the music and half-jaded memories
of different times disappear into the blue vapor rising from scalding spoons
and alcoholic fumes being evacuated with every exhalation.