You always have hangover sad eyes in the morning
I’m left trying to figure out me and how to respond
Do I feel guilty for providing my body –
another one of your vices?
Do I feel shame you can’t wake with the same glint in your eyes
when the vodka is gone?
when you see me next to you in the morning?
Do I feel embarrassment
you find me sour like the hangover that plagues you all day?
Maybe I could take your sweet nothings you whispered to me while we fucked –
sew them into the lining of my purse
Maybe I could photograph the way your eyes lit up last night –
tint it into sepia for the faded and timeless effect
So when I’m filled with doubt and
my own bitter regret
I can pretend
this was a timeless affair
this was an aftershock for both of us
this was real