Tequila Sunrise
so,
what about last night?
this morning,
you’re blaming it on too much tequila.
not that cheap kind,
but the kind with the intoxicated
worm in the bottom of the bottle
that you’re suppose to eat to finish off
your high.
you shouldn't have eaten that worm.
see,
that worm
caused you to raise your hand
when you should have been bowing your head.
that worm
caused you to call me out of my name
when you should have been begging for mercy.
that worm
made you forget that I
was the mother of your child, not your baby's mama.
Now, daylight casts black streaks across your face
as it seeps between the cracks in the blinds.
But they will fade
when the sun fully rises.
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