The Morning After

Oh, flighty bedfellow,
How will we awake this morning?
Did we fight the night before?
I never know until the sun raises its sleepy head
And out from my plaid coccoon I emerge.
First steps out of bed.
The pressure of the cool wood floor fusing with my swollen feet
I'm sore.
The muscle and sinew on my back play tug of war
Little soldiers fighting for a brighter day
Crack! go my bones, a sound I've come to ignore
Just like the mundane hum of the fan that keeps me cool
Another flash. I'm warm.
An unexpected fever.
Vision escapes me as I seek out a chair
Dizzy. A feeling I've come to accept
Sometimes my head seems to disconnect from my neck
My whole body is bruised a fleshy pink
Absent to all eyes but my own
Unknown. I look like you.