Comments about Nakul Sood
One Summer Night
In a drunken stagger
Here I am, lost, among my friend’s friends
Holding on to life’s frayed ends.
My sleeve soaked in perspiration
Tries to cleave to my body.
I am clutching a paper cup of vodka, tonic and ice—
It would be nice if I liked it better here.
Here I am, I have puked