Why I don’t drink wine anymore (a poem)

The November 21st prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, is to ‘[w]rite a poem that begins After three glasses of wine or After three shots of whiskey and continue writing about the antics that follow.’

I
After three glasses of wine
I go on a YouTube bender
posting everything I watch to Facebook—
even if I move on to something else after thirty seconds

After three glasses of wine
I’ll comment on any post
writing six impassioned paragraphs
in response to a comment about squirrels

After three glasses of wine
I’ll laugh at just about anything
as though it were 4:30 in the morning
(because everything is funny at 4:30 in the morning)

II

After three glasses of wine
I slam doors in anger
after being banished to my room for the evening
by the Holy Trinity

After three glasses of wine
my eyes begin to tear up
as I recall all the things that have hurt me
and wonder where it all went wrong

After three glasses of wine
I start taking self-portraits in the dark
extreme close-ups of a face with teary eyes
lit only by the light from the computer screen

After three glasses of wine
I’m drawn to sad movies
watching one after another
until I fall asleep with the television on

III
After three glasses of wine
I figure I may as well finish the bottle
It’ll be okay—
I don’t have anything planned for tomorrow…

(21 November 2014)
(updated with a slight edit November 22nd)