Mirrors And Pigs

I tried pouring a fifth drink,

but Hedwig leaned in

snorted and whispered..

butted me

abruptly.

I watched my drink

spill in the sink

and got very angry.

HEDWIG!!!

Oink, oink, motherfucker.

Sometimes,

I know I need a friend

who refuses

to be a yes man.

Someone

who will say

I poured one too many,

or that this shirt

doesn't match the color

of my eyes.

Hedwig

doesn't mind getting dirty;

he enjoys

uncomfortable truths.

But I still have

a lot to learn

about mirrors and pigs

that show me

who I really am,

while writing drunk poetry

half past midnight.