By: Whitney
5 o’ clock
morning dew
the day cracked open to
start a new
but I’m not ready for this one
yet.
mind’s trippin’ while I’m
sippin’ water in the shade
from a cool grass
blade, my eye catches the sky
burp
orange chunks, washed in
yellow urine and then –
deafened by silence this hangover
winks on my temple
aches, quakes, rain on my
head, feet, and ankles
hilarious pain delayed
from last night’s beating
over-amplified sparrow’s song
sends a greeting
to my brain’s weakest side
sour swims in my mouth
like dumpster juice, both limbs
amneisia, doesn’t know who
they are, nausea is never far
But it was all worth it.
