New Year, Controlled Panic

Woke up on the sofa fully dressed. Glitter in my sock like powdered

glass. Phone says Happy New Year, legend. I can't remember

who I kissed at midnight. But I can taste their lipstick in my teeth.

Found a Tesco receipt from two AM. Tequila, bag of ice

and paracetamol. I wrote on the back in my own handwriting. Don't recognize the

slang. This is the last time. This is the last time.

This is the last time. Kettle on, forgot it. Boiled it till

the kitchen howled. Condensation on the window. I'm writing my dead dad's initials