Here I am,
Where am I?
I’m stumbling around the parking garage
looking for someone,
to get me home.
Finally, I come across an elevator
and hit the down button
I drag myself in and hit every floor.
someone has to be on one of these
floor after floor after floor
I reach the bottom (the first floor, not rock bottom; already there);
and there are the security guards
who have apparently been watching
on their security cameras,
Heiijd;kf tka;ixh dk home…is what I say.
They sigh and shrug their shoulders.
So, I begin to wander, as I often do
in these situations (all too often situations).
After a few blocks of stumbling,
I have set my eyes on the
a step, at a building.
That night, I slept on a step
like a homeless person
with vomit all over myself;
I’m anxious to do it all over again.