we wake up in the sun's descent,
squinting, stinking, steaming, seeming
to have forgotten our pants
[read as self control]
we stumble past the bottled table,
feet still dreaming, unsure which floor is
reality and which is actually
spiraling down into oblivion
cool tile greets us in the bathroom
toilet seat dangling by a thread
mirror smudged, brown, dirt, ugly
we lean into chillled walls, bend at the waist
snort sobriety into our systems
straightening up with eclipse eyes


very incomplete.