blurry memories

“I sift through the edges of the wind
and drink to remember you.”
-Noelle Kocot

i will sit here,
cross-legged and trembling,
with a half-empty bottle of vodka in one hand
and a glass of opaque truth in the other
until i remember you.

maybe the newfound blurry images
will help me decipher
the very essence of you.
maybe it is that confusion
that will gently hold my hand
and lead me down the cobblestone road
of the past.

my inebriated bones will twirl
and i will find reality in the twisted fairytale
that has a hold of me.