With a whiff of plums, I wake

covered by George Washington's fatigues;

submerged in cherry blossoms,

unwanted sex.


Covered by George Washington's fatigues,

I lie on the floor, processing

unwanted sex.

After the fog of two parties,


I lie on the floor, processing:

I do not know where I am.

After the fog of two parties,

I do not feel liberated.


I do not know where I am

or remember how I got here.

I do not feel liberated.

I am too exhausted to feel


or remember how I got here.

Do not waste your declarations.

I am too exhausted to feel;

I am too exhausted to absolve you.


Do not waste your declarations.

Submerged in cherry blossoms,

I am too exhausted to absolve you.

With a whiff of plums, I wake…