Morning After


It's the morning after,

my eyelids sticky with over-applied eyeliner,

and I don't think my hair smells quite like

Garnier Fructis.

Computer screen glare doesn't bother me

'cause it's summer and I'm still running on

addiction: my ice coffee sweats as I swallow

sugar and caffeine.

I'm writing because I can't talk,

and last night

certainly shouldn't

be talked about.

My feet are sore from the black high heels,

and I still need a shower.