There are now
so many mornings
when everything
doesn't work.
Bowel movements
seem miraculous moments
and
the morning sun
sears the eyes
and
you forget where
you put your glasses
or that you even wear glasses.
There are now
so many mornings
where you're glad you still
enjoy the crescendo of a flush
and
the thought of
tonight's poker game,
hitting all red
on the river
and
forgetting for a moment
the coming morning,
your weak liver
and
the fact you got to do it
all over again.