Cipher | VI.III |

My Week in a Poem | June, Week 3

I drink vodka out of a skull 
and go home at 2 AM
I'll walk for an hour to find
Susan forever a lily 
she'll wash my head in peroxide
then I use my own hands 
to cut off an inch of memory

candlelit and curled
my scales twinkle before you
let me read you these curses 
men I continue to meet
don't even have a lighter
forever unmoved but drunk 
on champagne and longing 

a takeaway bag filled 
with feasts of my mother 
sometimes is the only cure
for this variety of malaise
but the peeking sun will 
always return, chastising
too, herald another day