floating upside down at 30,000 nightmares,
crumpled napkins & empty minis of brown
litter my sticky tray down to the grimy carpet
& my bare, sweat-slick toes. but as my soft-
boiled skull spins like warped vinyl & my
twisted guts quiver a spirited mambo, the
real question is whether a slightly shook can
of lukewarm brew could conceivably lower
my heat—because every time I crack a tab
like an innocent neck, it’s already the final sip.
Stephen Ground is a writer and filmmaker based in Treaty Six Territory [Edmonton, Alberta].
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