I wake up very suddenly
started. it is five p.m. to
greatest dismay. the
curtains drawn
afternoon sun already
waning.
what was last night
a blur of sprayed champagne
in subzero weather
my fingers were numb
as i turned the bottle upside
your small head. it ran down
your hood and all over.
it was frigid.
the police came only to laugh
and tell us, "carry on."
to live is most vivid
nocturnal, to waken
as the sun sets with
blurry memories to
begin yet another drunken
stupor in which I am summoned
as my young ones hold my hand
and look up at me with bright
red faces and tell me
i am their everything
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