Like a School Child at Rest

This countertop is cool on my cheek.
This is a temporary life hangover,
like the feeling of a toilet seat
to my cheek in college, an ignorant
depressant.

This is a sober one.

I am a bit too sober for my liking
right now, a bit too aware
of my being, my existence.

I am sad for a number of reasons,
here with my cheek stuck
to this kitchen counter
like tongue to winter pole.