The sun shines vengeance
on my sorry sticky face.
Sleep fades,
replaced by confusion.
Glancing, I see
this is not my terrible home.
Where am I?

Last night is but a blur,
a series of unfortunate events,
as best I can imagine.
Whose bed have I slept in?
In whose wet spot am I resting?
Please let it be mine.

I don’t know what happened last night
but I’m beginning to suspect
that I accidentally fucked again.
I’ve been trying to cut down
but other things I’m trying to cut down on
have prevented me
from sleeping with less strangers
and I continue to accidentally fuck.

What
filthy things have I done?
Why
does this keep happening to me?
When
will it all stop?
Were
there any pictures taken?
Can
I have copies?
May I?

I will discover my partner in grime
as soon as I ready myself
to stand
and face this new day.