waking up after a night of drinking
Â waking up after a night of drinking
by Emma Blowgun
if i wake up and see sunlight,
i know iâ€™ve slept in too late.
i scramble to get ready. my boss is
going to piss himself. i was late yesterday.
i see my wallet on the floor.
i open it.
lots of fucking receipts.
â€œjesus fucking christ.â€
i wash my hair in the kitchen sink. my cats
observe me. my cats think iâ€™m a psycho.
they would get along well with my mother.
i brush my teeth and piss at the same time.
i spit pink backwash into the toilet and zip up.
flush. my gums are bleeding.
thereâ€™s a lipstick kiss on my cheek and neck.
i debate washing it off. maybe my boss will
forgive my lateness… nah, better wash it off.
i walk to work and up the stairs to my desk.
i turn the lights off.
my officemate tells me i smell like booze.
heâ€™s working in the dark and i have my head down on my
desk and iâ€™m scribbing this poem on a yellow notebook.
if i get fired today, iâ€™m going to sell poetry in the streets.
this will be the first poem i sell. $5.
rent is due on the 1st and iâ€™m fucking broke.
i need a
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Do you take Paypal?
I made it.
But thank you for the generosity.
No generosity intended. I saw an opportunity to turn five dollars into something worth more than that….greed on my part. Pure and simple.
love this fucking gonzo poem!
Damn dude, you let your guts show in this one! Good form and flow–it doesn’t stop to change colors!