Sure enough, there are other things to love.

The blunt tumble of you into my arms

A wet washcloth to warm my sloshed and blitzed face

Over the sink after a stupendous showing of debauchery

And a quiet tip-toeing in.

Hours later,

The world solidifies again.

Where there are ladies drinking coffee on a bench,

Bickering, gobsmacked with mouths agape 

At the revelation that Dorothy’s Hair Salon has gone 

Out of business!