Dissection of Containment

How is your heart?

I want to put mine in this glass

Make it drunk and loose

I’d like to trust you

But your eyes are too intense

Your posture is too straight

Your nose too simmetric

And most of all, you don’t drink

Can I ever trust a woman who doesn’t drink?

I ask to myself pouring another glass of vodka

a woman who’s way younger, with full wide lips

How’s your heart doing? Mine is drowning on the rocks