Wednesday, August 05, 2020

Berlin 2011

i woke up alone this morning
in someone else's car 
a smart car
i must have climbed in through the open window
to escape the pouring rain
i don't remember the rain
because i don't remember anything
but the detective in me is at work
this wasn't just a hangover from hell
this was hell
manifesting between my ears in real time
woke without shoes
and a pakistani passport in my pocket
€30 in one-euro coins
(sloshing) with no tshirt
but a velvet jacket
it's like i had become someone else
i finally made it home

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