My Cardboard Balcony

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

How many times will you always say how in shock you are of the kings today? As they wade to their knees in the angry seas that they brewed up themselves, you're in shock and in awe? Don't make me laugh; I am sick to my stomach, and the monarchs of tomorrow are ruining today. They drink beer from old buckets and tuck money in their pockets before blowing the kingdom sky high.