Morning, with Hangover

One day I will learn the difference
between aneurysm and hangover
and it will be too late to care.
 
Only bourbon coils in the belly
waiting for its double strike
only bourbon punishes twice.
                           
                                   Eat some dry roasted peanuts
                                   you’ll feel better.
                                   You need potassium and electrolytes
 
God damn it  SHUT UP!
I don’t need you to tell me that,
I don’t need you in my head.
I know where the o.j. is
(it’s in the pitcher with the bourbon)
and I know where you aren’t.
 
I have to clean;
I have dishes and laundry,
and children;
and this hangover,
and a shell.
 
My heart, attacked,
was bleeding until I pickled it,
I sang myself to sleep.
 
Love and self loathing
blended like bourbon and o.j.
and tossed me, wailing,
into odd dreams of storm wrack.
 
this morning I am hollow
cast upon gritty shores.