The worst hangover I've ever had was on a plane coming back from Las Vegas. I think this poem comes close to my fears at that time. All I wanted was to touch the ground again without hurling all over the woman sat beside me.
Mission accomplished!
9.
I had terrible fantasies
of slamming
hard-
nose-first into the
earth and biting
my tongue
in the crash.
it was nighttime
and
we couldn’t see a
thing.
when the wheel touched
down –
revelation –
we were
home free.
no stopping,
no teeth
ringing.
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