I wear
another hungry
headache from
waking
drool dribbling out
into blue pool
on pillow
having shaken
off another night
of tigers’ teeth
and bent bones
grateful at least
inside a home
to pour
yesterday’s coffee
drank black then
to the bridge
to watch
yachts fade
into mist
oh the rich
don’t know
what they’re missing
(originally published in Rue Scribe, Summer 2019)