white wine that had
taken the short cut

to my mouth too often
I surface squinting

into a sun
reddened

by not enough
sleep.

Last night the two of us
had our sound systems

turned up
too loud.

You sleep
unaware of the flickering

light
the bed shaking.

~

Who's this who
runs through the night

cracking open stars
smashing windows

tossing muck
into the air?

~

Juice spills on the floor
as I finally

reach a woman
who yesterday wasn't here.

Drink up
and be grateful

for this is all
I've got for now.