Awake and thirsty
So thirsty my tongue goes out on its own in search of the oasis
the basin
my sink.
Full of dishes laminated with food
The faint odor of, is that dog or food or me?
I can barely see.
My eyes hurt, my head hurts and something else within hurts.
Water alone cannot quench a thirst like this
A hole I built with my bare hands
Cigarette conversations waft from my hair, their smokey words faint and familiar
What did I say? What didn't I say? What can I say now?
I drank too much
Needed too much
I felt alone among dozens and alive to myself.
Bottom shelf
What a bad idea.
I can still feel those well worn tables tapped by fingers reinventing themselves.
Buoyant ideas too big for small spaces
and small minds.
I can almost taste the salt in the air, bodies in motion, tangy sweet.
Lose yourself in low lights and laughter, afloat on madness.
A place where late and early are the same.
My mind is fogged in, a great lighthouse within keeps me wondering what lies on the shore.
What happy insanity did I witness?
A pause.
Still nothing.