i’m lost - spinning out -
shitposting my manic episode
from the handicap stall
in the loudest bar in the neighborhood
i’ve passed out on the couch again
with your smile and despair
battling for dominance behind my eyes -
the only thing dominating is exhaustion
set in my bones when i wake up the next morning
no longer drunk but still the mania persists,
still I'm looking for my sense of self
i find myself tweeting every thought i have
and hitting backspace every ten minutes,
hungover and barely holding on,
wishing my mood would stabilize
and it will
and it does.
i slowly ease into the car seat beside him,
sucking down Grimace’s Birthday Shake,
breathing slowly and finding momentary peace.