Spilled my bottle of milk,

Wait, no, that’s vodka,

Or is it? Something of that ilk.

Since when did I drink vodka?

I stand up, covered in the “milk”

And I vomit. Okay, it’s vodka.

My head is dizzy, and a book in on my pillow.

The Bible? A book I have never read.

And why is it on my pillow?

My pillow is for my dizzy head!

And my dizzy head does hit the Bible, pillow,

Is that something red?

My eyes unfold, is that a bike tire?

I don’t own a bike, at least I think.

Maybe I’m just tired, but I float higher.

Something is wrong, my mouth is dripping my own red ink.

I need sleep, I let my body retire.

I may be dying, at least I think?