Friday, March 8, 2024

Just Another Hungover Day By Mickey J. Corrigan


The moaning mouth of morning
woke you with a start, ache
to the bones of your teeth
out of the last hot gasp
of a dream
of a greenery maze
you followed broken branches
the heady aroma of jasmine
that blooms white under moonlight
to the end of the existential labyrinth
where you asserted yourself
announced who you were
to the hairy minotaur man
who laughed, whinnied, thrust
his small power at you, you
shrank down, withering
you chose to drown again
in your maudlin wine glass
tiny woman spilling over
until you stood up tall
hefted a whiskey toast
the battle cry of your genes
outlasting, outlouding
the embittered baby monster
boiling in your blood.






Originally from Boston, Mickey J. Corrigan writes tropical noir with a dark humor. Her poetry has been widely published in literary journals and chapbooks. In 2020, Grandma Moses Press released Florida Man. Her novel The Physics of Grief puts the fun back in funerals while taking a serious look at the process of mourning (QuoScript, UK, 2021).



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