I’ve not come from nowhere to be nothing.
The hangover that made you late for the train
contained within its sickness a new distaste
for losing yourself in public scenes.
Vomitus small talk and corsets
of self-annihilation; a wildness drained
by one poorly mixed cocktail after
another. You woke up disgusted,
puking, rotten and foul-mouthed
so you could see beyond…