After a particularly heavy evening
Sep 4, 2018 · 1 min read
Night skips to
mysterious day;
nothing is the same.
I am still me
but with the
familiarity
of the stranger
who walks beside.
Out on lunch,
sun-warmed streets
seem like
place setting for
feasting regret.
My blood spoils
in the heat
after lush-spent night,
and all is familiar
again.
