post-

i'm stuck in a post-seattle hangover

because that was the closest i felt to 2010 in so long

even though those few april days were still

clouded over in bittersweet aftertaste

in between the pockets of patched seattle overcast

where sunshine beamed down on lucky spots of that

beautiful city

i sat on the bow of that ship

in that freezing air

to try to feel alive again

it just numbed my face

and blued my synapses