LOU RASMUS

Eyes blink open,
Confused,
Not sure if it’s
Morning or if it’s
Yesterday.
And it smells
Like you, like
You might still
Be here, on the
Other side of
The bed under
The covers.
But you’re not.
I know that
You’re not.
Because I know
That you’re afraid
To spend the night,
And that you’re
Afraid of getting
Too close.
And, of course I
Know that it
Can’t be yesteday,
Can it?
No.
It must be today.
I just can’t
Rememeber yesterday.
I must have been
More drunk than I
Thought, from
Morning to night.
Oh well, I think,
That’s alright.
So I make a Bloody
Mary, and I start
At it again.