Nights And Mornings Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Nights And Mornings



nights;
licked to the very last
remnants of a fiesta,
promises on the floor,
broken beige couches,
left-over notes and
sleepy, swaying clocks

mornings;
can-openers
to yet another present
filled with confetti,
a punch to the gut,
and a little alcohol too;
let's do it again

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