Early Morning In A Northern City

No one gets up too early in this city,

no one,

even the 5 o’clock haze huddles into a ball

in the corner of an empty bus station.

 

I walk alone on the pebble path that leads to the hotel

and feel the sticky tongue of drunkenness

on my face.

The debauchery of the night curvets inside me.

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