A top shelf bourbon

fused stack of spine

the Vicodin going down


on my back I listen

for that sparkler sizzle


a bloom at the center

of my chest lit from inside

circle the room for seconds


thirds a sticking swallow

of gold chrysanthemum

I settle in a boom


the bedsheets float

echoes through sleep

a throbbing hangnail

First Publication: Radius Literary Magazine, 2016