LOU RASMUS

i dedicate this poem to black out wednesday…. enjoy.

I’ve never stared at the
Ceiling like this, I think,
As the moldy dry wall
Comes in and out of focus…
Pain in my throat…
Too fucked up…

“Did I say that out loud?”

“What?” my roommate asks.

“Dhremmbluh,” I mutter.

Too fucked up,
I blink,
Blink,
Blink.
Fuck.
Everything is spinning.
No,
I’m spinning,
No,
The chair is spinning.
I look down and I blink,
Blink,
Blink.
Shit!
The chair is still,
And I’m still,
But everything else is spinning,
Spinning
Spin-spinning
Spinning,
I grab my phone –
Too bright! –
I throw it on the floor,
THUMP!
CRACK!
BUMP!
Can’t think, I think.
“Hurts too much” I say.
But it sounds more like
“Herztuhmush.”
Black.

Then,
I come to.
And I blink,
Blink,
Blink.
I’m still,
But my roommate is gone,
And the lights are out,
And there’s a pool of
Vomit between my feet.