The Drinker’s Almanac

Michelle Chan Brown

BPR 42 | 2015

Winner of the 2015 Collins Prize

So the river froze over
the larks.

So you speed-skate,
blow grief as if thought-

bubble. Ceaseless activity, making
sweat stains

for your brand
of morose. You hammer

hutches for the sly,
belly-

down animal
chewing behind your soul.

Dramatic goddess
is she who knows no limits

to the spread.
She considers drought death

for a commoner.
Sanction, for the foreigners.

Come home.
This season,

eat and sing and drink
with a tongue strapped back

by a taut ribbon, sized.
Lies.