Tonight's Poet Corner: Morning After

Morning After
by Belinda Roddie

I thought about mixing
my drink with melatonin
so I could sleep with laughter
turning into gray froth
on my cold, swollen lips.

I thought about driving
my cousin to the train station
and leaving him concussed
on a bench so he could wake up
to the sound of travel.

I thought about making
pancakes for three, but
eating enough for two, and
you would have the rest, all
fluffy and compounded

with the sweetness of a day
with the sweetness of a story
with the sweetness of a scream