Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Allison Morris #2 'Empties'

I wake,
slick-eyed and sore,
and find books strewn around me
like empty bottles.
I went too hard last night,
sculling sentences
whole paragraphs
cracking a new chapter
almost before
I'd finished the last one.
No way
could I have driven home.


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