A failure

I poured cheap courage into my mouth
and felt it burn all esophageal corridors.

I was only there because I needed to use
their bathroom.

Two shots and a beer later it didn't matter
why I was there. It was daylight outside.

There were things to do, tasks to
accomplish, tasks to fail at.

Now, at home, I think of my failure,
and look to another morning

for an answer, for a better way to
what is coming next.