double vision (poem)

double vision

swimming blurring lines
peering through slit eyes
shuddering I awake with a dry tongue
curling the one-night bed stand

¯
a yellow bright headache
no need for the dark covers
arms hungover the edge of
a silent space
when time lost you

¯
sorely in need of coffee eggs shower
cleave-aging past this splitting image
you said
last night was too much
puke and tears go just leave bullshit

¯
well cold aren’t you?
you carried yourself low
and I hit the wall
engrafting a happiness mark
…best night ever.

–The Finicky Cynic

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