Privilege

it makes me laugh sardonically.

you lose the privilege to condescend me
when I'm driving you the long way
to your car in the eight a.m. air.
(Don't you see the fog?)

you lose the privilege of authority
because you're just as drunk as me,
too inebriated for ordinary reprimand.
(Can't you hear your slur?- it's not just mine)

you lose the power of desperation
as soon as you leave, and then
my sighs are the exorcism of our callow.
(If only you could see the exhale)

it makes me laugh compulsively.