"Night, every night"
by Violeta Rangel
by Violeta Rangel
Night, every night,
spreads onto the rug.
I finish another cigarette, another coffee.
I spread out like a corpse
and enjoy myself.
A ray of sunlight lashes my back
like a spiteful teenager after an all-nighter.
The light is coming home from a party,
bitch daylight.
| < Still jet lagged. | on appreciating expensive coffee > |

