I Don’t Drink Anymore, So Why Do I Still Have A Hangover?

Existence arises fresh, every moment.

It happens to the best of us.

What we do with that, waking every morning

with life’s hangover is another story.

Maybe I should have accepted the Pell grant.

Maybe I’ll move to Montana soon.

“Shall I part my hair behind?

Do I dare to eat a peach?”

As in Aristophanes’ play, the Harpies always

buzz around in our heads

calculating

judging

projecting

manipulating.

Maybe it’s time for a little pest control.