And when Jimmy died, I failed. Many God
Damned times. Overboard and adrift drowning
In the ocean of drink. I failed back to
Drinking so hard I thought I would never
Come back up for air. But the boat was there
Like a life raft with those portholes staring
Like two steely eyes, Jimmy’s eyes, staring
Like lighthouses guiding me away from
The rocks. I couldn’t take their saving stare
And one night drunk and angry I lashed out
At those portholes, and the bottle in my
Hand sloshing with the dregs shattered against
The wall. The glass cut deep into my hand.
I leaned my head against the wall in pain.