The Day After

Edvard Munch

she is stuck to the
bed, paralyzed
in a swoon and
will not be
getting up anytime
soon; the mattress
is eating her face, her
hair trying to escape
her awful head --
nothing she can do
except bear it, the
hangover, little death in life:
she will not rise until noon, if
then, and
neither would you.