drowns his worries

in a bathtub,

compartmentalizing

and filling each

thought into a bottle

to pour out

shot by shot

another day

one at a time

or too many at once till he

is drunk on the confusion

swimming in what

overwhelmed feels like

there is time for

everything but worry,

worry always grabs

at the scraps of whatever

it can reach so

giving it an inch is

almost impossible

like a single shot

at a party he

doesn’t want to remember

like a single note

of a song he once

listened to on replay

what use are noise cancelling

headphones when

the voices inside

are too loud