last night champagne loved me again.
i stumbled into my house
turned off the lights
put on the alarm
walked into a wall
fell on the floor.
looked at myself this morning
in the starkness of nude truth
saw that i had actually banged my head so hard i had split the skin
but the blood had dried.
clotted, if you’d like.
felt down.
hid in my room for a while.
ended up dancing to disco to make my feet feel they were not left out.
ended up dancing like a slut on fire.
i am-sleeping with the champagne bottle