Late Again Poem by Sarah Sisson

I've suffered so many mornings.
Coming too with less than two hours sleep.

Already late for my feeble job.
The nausea, shakes and of course the

sickness of the heart that I always felt as
last nights memories began to haunt me...

...through my day. The earliest moments of
waking were difficult physically. My eyelids

were stiff and I felt a chill on my body.
The next pain was just the motion of standing.

Water on my body made only an attempt
to wash away the smell of alcohol coming

out of my pores. Then I would get in the first
article of dress I grabbed... that was the closest to clean...

....and think of another explanation of why I was late again.

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