...that I have had a margarita tonight,
and as anyone who knows me can tell you,
one is enough
to put out my lights.
Please forgive the short post,
but I've also just had
a hot bath,
and I can hear my heartbeat
in my ears,
lulling me to sleep.
And the sheets on my bed are waiting,
so soft
and so inviting.


(Check out Act 2 of this past weekend's This American Life for more plays on Williams' poem.)