Revelations at Dawn

A series of hungover haikus.

I open my eyes.
My head hooks on the sunlight.
(What happened last night?)

Memories murmur,
“Bad move, you should’ve stayed home.”
(Oh I know, I know.)

A bleep from my phone:
“You alive?” I think I am.
(Being alive hurts.)

Ah, tequila breath.
Like a quick, stale reminder.
(Of my recklessness.)

Look: texts from the bank.
Lord, I am so very broke.
(And broken. Again.)

Wait. A bathroom break,
So my insides can escape.
(I internalise.)

The fridge is empty.
Like my mind of memories.
(And I’m so hungry.)

But I’ll shower first.
To wash well away my sins.
(And because I smell.)

Is this what Hell’s like?
Why do I always do this?
(Am I just stupid?)

That must be the case.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stu —
I spot a Bible.

So I open it.
Revelation 12:9.
Explains everything.

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