On days like this, I air dry

On days like this, I air dry

on days like this, I air dry

it’s a hot day outside

I come out of the shower           

with my hangover

still hanging on me

like a bad smell. 

drops of water

drip from my body

down

to

the

floor.

on days like this, I air dry.

as I make my way

back into my room

a nice breeze breezes over my body

wet footsteps trail

behind me.

I open the dusty shutters a crack

a blade of light rests on my wet feet.

a quiver runs through my body

up and down it goes

up and down.

and I stand there for a while

feeling the sun and the breeze

working on my hanging hangover

working on my hanging worries.

and I stand there for a while

as my heart beats its beats

as my blood moves silently

as my thoughts think

as airplanes fly, fly.

I take a deep breath and

I hold it in

as you do when you do yoga

as you do when you smoke a joint

I blow the air out slowly

and I stand there feeling the

sun sunning, and the

breeze breezing over my body

while

drops of water

drip from my body

down

to

the

floor.

it feels good

to be alive

you should try it sometime.