Morning

She snatched it up before it touched the ground,

Wine lights my veins. Her eyes, tears tracked slime.

She knows which side her bread is buttered on.

I whispered.

Red sicklysweet this morning. Sour. I steady myself.

Shimmering in the sun, cognac brown, sometimes reddish-rum.

Extract, a slice of processed prey. Black cat tail-tip white

Trails away.

Minutes worth of ash remain, bending with an orange

Glow. Serpentine blue smoke aromatic - flow.

Thin - sterilized milk drains my coffee

Of colour.

I return to bed and read.

No intention to sleep.