10/28/10 by Abby Darling
Hangover killing me
Like an axe
trying to split
One log into two
I guess those would be
the hemispheres of my brain
Too many days
Of mad travel and work
Wining and dining
And postures close
To sixty-nining
Now walking to the café
For a meal and hydration
To try and nurse the pain
There is nothing to eat
Or drink
at my apartment
The cupboards are bare
But the drawer
is now filled with cash
Outside the air is warm
With a light breeze
That is soothing
As I walk
It seems like the day
Will bring me some calming
Here for a bit
But then my dog shits
in the parking lot
and squeaks mercilessly
as I order from the counter
I use the restroom
To make sure
That no doggy poo
Has gotten on my hands
And when I look down
Into the toilet
There is a love letter
torn up
and clogging the drain
I sit outside with my dog
For some peace and serenity
But some local yokel
“makes friends” with my dog
And sits herself down
Next to us
To complain about
the local housing market
and all I want to do is puke
If for no other reason
than to scare her away
She invites her friends over
To chat and make friends
With my dog too
And a man feeds my dog a milk bone
But my dog spits it out
Good girl Moki, gooooood girl
They all finally leave
And I am left
In solitude
Alone
With nothing but
The smooth jazz in the background
And the cool day and my food
A small, soft, white pollen puff ball
Floats down and lands in my eggs
Finally, tranquility at last