drunk words and mini quiches

I snuck into the corner To eat the dictionaryWhile you were In the toiletBecause I'd only understoodEvery second word Of what you'd said And I wanted to understand it allIt took a lot of wine to get the thousand pages downAnd by then I was drunk and the pages didn't make sensePlus I didn't eat them in orderBut I kept going, eating the other books on the shelf (along with some mini quiches)I knew you liked WhitmanSo I ate Leaves of GrassI thought I might as well eat some pages of Frost and Carver and Woodrell while I was there. I had some Thurber and some CheeverI was licking Einstein off my lips when you finally came backBut you just wiped the black smudges of wordsAnd kept talking