Stranger By Wayne F. Burke

lifting my head up

off of the bar,

I propel myself up

and out

the joint

and into the parking lot

and begin trying car doors

until one

opens and 

I stumble into the

backseat...

I wake in the morning

outside of a strange house

on a strange street

of unfamiliar shrubs, trees--strange

birds in the dizzy sky--

a strange man washing his car

in a driveway:

"Hey! Where am I?"

He does not know either.

Wayne F. Burke's poetry and prose has been widely published in print and online (including in THE RYE WHISKEY REVIEW). He was nominated for a Pushcart by THE DOPE FIEND DAILY in 2022. He lives in Vermont (USA).