Tonight's Poet Corner: Easy Does It
Easy Does It by Belinda Roddie Just relax, kiddo, slow it down. Drink your beer slow enough so that it gets warm at the bottom - an overeager heat waiting to worm its way into your stomach and crawl through the tunnels of your intestines until it finds a place to sleep. We're all here, celebrating someone's birthday or such-and-such's anniversary or who's-it's last day on Earth. We're blessed, really. Our halos are suds above our heads. Our bellies are full of holy yeast. Who needs wafers when the blood of Christ is bubbling in your schooner? No one's in a hurry to leave, and you shouldn't be, either. Take my hand, buddy. Careful when you dismount the stool. Wherever you go, the bathroom, the pool table, the patio outside for a smoke, remember to leave a kiss on each window you pass, and don't forget to send us a postcard from the other side.