Eyes opening as
Sun shone
Through blinds:
Morning,
Or afternoon.

Vodka sufficed;
I preferred
Bottom-shelvers:
Majorska,
Popov,
Sobieski.

Like thick
Dishwater—
But with
Gatorade,
Or Snapple,
It went down.

A mummy
Turned
Human—
If not hope,
Then the
Vague sense
Of possible
Improvement.

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