this morning i crawled out of someone else's bed at 7:15.
the radio was on and blaring.
the girl beside me was asleep.
i was in a thong and a silk top.
in the bathroom i fell over
and guessed i was still drunk
so i crawled back into the bedroom
sat on the floor and tried to force
my eyes to focus so i could find
my recollection of the evening
plays out like cut up film strips
on the editing room floor
bits and pieces that don't flow
important info. missing
like how i got home
why i was in three different cars
why hill was asking me about cocaine
what did i say
who did i say it to
who closed out my tab
how did we get separated
why was i crying on the porch
how did i get up three flights of stairs
and into someone else's bed
if i had been pulled over at lunch today
i still would've blown a dui.
talking to hill doesn't help at all
just more questions
to close it out
when i said thanks
for taking care of me last night
this was the reply -
i took care of you last night?!