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V.

a couple minutes

the next morning

laying on the bare mattress

before I remember

what’s happened

meds on the dresser

empty bottles in the recycling

I think I’ve had a seizure

while I was asleep

I can see the evidence

bourn in my quacking limbs

and in the stabbing brightness

of the morning Sun

another wasted day

I wander back home

hours later

and soaked to the bone

make some tuna for dinner

as the setting Sun

hides its light from me.

VI.

Cam comes down the stairs