my body bangs and twitchesnnsome brown liquor whets my tonguennmy fingers find the stitchesnnfirmly back and forth they runnnnni need no other memorynnof the bits of me i leftnnwhen all this lethal drinkingnnis to hopefully forget nnabout younnnni might as well admit itnnlike i even have a choicennthe crew have killed the captainnnbut they still can hear his voicennnna shadow on the waternna whisper in the windnnon long walks with my daughternnnnwho is lately full of questions nnabout younnnnwhen job asked you questionnnyou responded who are younnto challenge your creator?nnwell if that one part is truennnnit makes you sound defensivennlike you had not thought it throughnnenough to have an answernnlike you might have bit offnnmore than you could chew