It's the morning after,
my eyelids sticky with over-applied eyeliner,
and I don't think my hair smells quite like
Computer screen glare doesn't bother me
'cause it's summer and I'm still running on
addiction: my ice coffee sweats as I swallow
sugar and caffeine.
I'm writing because I can't talk,
and last night
be talked about.
My feet are sore from the black high heels,
and I still need a shower.