3. ice cubes in a plastic cup
i feel disorganized. i feel shook, shaken. rattled. dizzy. adjusting from the vertigo.
slowly returning. from a mule, five gummies and a pilsner last night.
slightly disappointed. mango peach pie like a fried dumpling from jollibees.
full, fed, bloated. dal chicken curry with garlic naan.
i drank my hojicha latte from tadaima in the car and i wish i sipped it little by little. by the time i realize it's already just ice cubes in a plastic cup, the delicate tea finished like gatorade. now all that latte has sloshed together with the rest of the juice in my stomach, which has gurgled multiple times since. my body works.
i feel tired. i feel my bed calling for me.
wanduffle