so let’s get drunk
and by us
I mean me
with a five-pound-nineteen
bottle of reeoja from sainsbury’s
a bottle
which when tomorrow
will half-empty stare
into another one
of those shit days
of shit all
where breakfast consists
of mashed banana
and chocolate biscuits
and where once again
I come to remember
how it took me
until the age of 24
to realise what mansize tissues
are actually really for.