It’s easier to keep the beer
in the cupboard
when life is going easy,
but when the doctor calls
for a follow up over a mole
shaped like a deal with the devil,
or my boss forgets my name
after working there two years
or my kid punches a hole in the wall
with his head,
I’m reminded of alcohol
not being a crutch,
but a steel toe boot.

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