you wake
up and find the
aspirin
bottle. it's next
to the salt
and pepper shaker
and vanilla extract.
three drinks
is a killer these
days.
you rub the sand
out of your eyes
and feel
your face for
bruises.
you try to remember
why she took
a swing at you
then clawed
you like a rabid
raccoon.
you look in
the mirror. it
looks like you
were in a cat fight
and lost.
some cold
water helps a
little.
you slap a palm
full of Neosporin,
which is next
to the foot powder
and cinnamon shaker,
you swab it
over your cheeks
and chin
and use that to
shave with.
you make your sunday
morning vow
to never drink
again with raccoon
women, then make a cup
of coffee,
which is for some
reason
in the refrigerator.
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