Perhaps it wasn’t alcohol to blame.
It may be that addiction didn’t star
in her dramatic history. The same
“You’re not as funny as you think you are”
describes her now she doesn’t drink at all.
Our intervention didn’t do enough.
Convinced she was abusing alcohol,
we didn’t see the motivating stuff.

She’s quick to indignation, to declare
disdain for old white men, and to define
her boundaries, as if we all would care.
The party had to stop to read the sign –
she’s angry at her dad deep in her soul.
The vodka served a secondary role.