poetry is not literal

I roam
where phones go silent
and the message
in the bottle
is when the liquor
starts talking
to you
and you love the sound of its voice
so much
you put your lips
to the opening
to hear with your tongue
its revelations
and affirmations

i go to liquor
to give me an excuse
for my feelings

i ask the bottom
of the bottle for healing
mayB
or correction
but it just makes
me focus on her
she's not my her
biblical
still her father's
but my mind
MST want to make
a martyr
of my heart