Stinking Memories
His clothes were smelling liquor and vomit
of the previous night,
together with the rubbish bin that he tripped
over, as he tried to look for an exit from the bar,
in the middle of the night.
A mysterious passersby took a photo of him,
and sent it to him via Gmail. Three weeks
later, sober and clean, he opened the mail
and saw himself. He couldn't believe he was
the one whose suit's color could not be
recognized.
Embarrased, he deleted the photo and sent
it to the recycle bin, where all stinking
memories belong....
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
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