"When I look up, I just trip over things." Ani DiFranco
I'm clinging desperately to Sunday.
I'd sink my teeth in
if I thought I could keep it still.
Outside the wind's still thick
with the scents of yesterday--
stale beer and crawfish.
We picked up the styrofoam cups,
left the cigarette butts where they lay.
I'm terrified of tomorrow,
determined to hang on to
these nine hours with every bit of strneght
I can pull together out of the ashes
of this hangover.
- Kristyn Sherman
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