days,
those mornings of dry
mouth
and blurred vision,
the head drumming
with a beat that won't stop.
losing my phone
beneath a bed.
my pants somewhere
in this house i've never
been to. which way is the door?
will that dog
bite me on the way out?
i hate to wake her, but
i need to find the nearest
exit to the beltway
heading south.
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