of Mercy

(I spend
my days
in a daze now
all poetry and words and magic I
forget
the time of day forget
the clothes on my body leave
to do lists unchecked on the floor.
My bank account starves,
my bed remains unslept in I
ran out of bourbon miles ago
but earlier today I turned a phrase that
aligned my spine
that tasted like home on my tongue and I
never
want to do anything else.)