September 24, 2022

New Year’s Morning in Mystic, Connecticut

I wake up lipstick-smeared in someone’s bed.Black coffee bites my tongue, still stung with wine,flows down the broken throttle of my throat;its acid slithers through my small intestine.I crouch in the kaleidoscopic dawnan animal, afraid to move, still drunk.I look around at what must be the roomof a kid brother ‒ but whose house is […]