On Days Like These, I Air Dry Poem by georgios andritsos

It’s a hot day outside
I come out of the shower
with my hangover still
hanging on me like a
bad smell.
drops of water
drip from my body
down to the floor.
on days like this,
I
air dry.
as I make my way
back into my room
a nice breeze breezes over
my body.
wet foot steps trail
behind me.
I open the dusty shutters
a crack
and a blade of light streaks through
and rests on my wet feet.
a quiver runs through my body
up and down it goes
up and down
and
I stand there a while
feeling the sun and the breeze
working on my hanging hangover
working on my hanging worries.
and I stand there a while
while my heart beats its beats
while my blood moves silently
while my thoughts think
while airplanes fly.
I take a deep breath and
I hold it in,
like you do when you smoke pot
or
like you do when you do yoga
and I blow the air out slowly
and I stand there feeling the
sun sunning and the
breeze breezing on my body
while water drops drip down
the floor.
It feels good…
to be alive.
You should try it sometime.