…
she wishes she’d skipped
the fruit, the fun and flow
and glow
and gracias
of last night’s go.
this morn, she’s torn
between words and sleep –
some to sacrifice,
some to keep.
….
…
she wishes she’d skipped
the fruit, the fun and flow
and glow
and gracias
of last night’s go.
this morn, she’s torn
between words and sleep –
some to sacrifice,
some to keep.
….
Ouch.
I like that “sangria” describes the evening sky (a deep red-purple) and “headache” describes the morning sky, a headache sky of course being dark grey.
Mmmm. Yes. Plus also: apparently I cannot drink sangria. This morning tastes like regret.
Oh, “funk” found its way into the opening now.
It’s pretty strong, eh?
Sangria is deceptive, isn’t it?
I have that head today without benefit of the fruit and fun!
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the last two lines were my favorite…keep both. 🙂