4am

I blew my brains out this morning,
somewhere between dark and light.
In the cluttered bathroom with the filmy tub I share with
my men, who never stirred.
The only witness stared down,
sadly from the wall, A Mexican Souvenier.
The gaurdian of private time.
The tallyman of embarassments.
I flushed what was left of me and
crept back to bed.