Saturday, June 16, 2018

When morning

When morning
slides through the cracks in the windows,
still hung over from last night,
shuffling along the floor cuz it knows what it is supposed to do,
and pushes the curtains open with a painful yawn,
I pry my eyes open, feeling guilty,
and in a very groggy voice,
grunt, sitting up,
the taste of a sliver of moon
still in my mouth.

©06.16.2018 ebn

1 comment:

Eric said...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-cbOl96RFM