9152. WINE-DRUNK WITH LETHARGY

WINE-DRUNK 
WITH LETHARGY

I used to hate my father brimming, while

I cursed my mother, swimming. I used to

hold a grudge against my family, siblings

and aunts and cousins too. Everything

was a major jumble. I laughed at the

pancake batter, I grew my orange hair 

long, I bent my wrist in company like

a gay man just to get my uncles mad.

It all amounted to nothing in the end.

I found God and I won the lottery.

Fifteen thousand dollars a week for

life, and I walked to Trenton to 

collect my first dough and sign 

my name. It took me nineteen days,

walking slowly and stopping 

wherever I pleased. There was no 

offense involved, and when I got 

there and reported in, the girl there 

was very nice. Then I pulled out my

walking member and said I wanted 

to join. She said 'I'll be right there, 

let me first get these papers in order.' 

I guess she'd thought I meant merge.

No difference to me; if she wished to

join too, that was fine. The one thing

I needed was to get done in time. I

had a nineteen-day walk back to 

home, new money changing 

nothing at all as regards the

trip; and I was wine-drunk

with lethargy too.