At age 9, he spat out his first sip of lager
on the face of a bewildered mum
whose response was laughter.
He swallowed his second sip six years later
with some difficulty, he did not want his peers
to laugh at him.
His third sip was from the second bottle
he bought, his first fell from trembling hands
& hit the ground with a thud.
He could not remember his fourth, fifth or sixth sip;
they happened so fast, they became
an intensely pleasurable gulp
& once he set the bottle to his mouth
that was where it stayed,
shaping things around him.