Only me.

Fumbling for keys with numb fingers
until released from their chains
and flashed incorrectly into other
keys’ holes. Fast and snapped and
dropped in favour of sticks and stones
to break the windows bones with, as
words will never harm them. Falling
through broken glass and catching strips
of cloth and things beneath best not
thought of, whilst landing on your head,
and piling yourself up correctly to
fall once again. Scaring the dog in the
kitchen and likely as not the one in the
neighbours’, before scrambling on all
your fours to the foot of the stairs. Taking
them one hand, knee and ups-a-daisy at a
time until summited, and staking your
claim to the climb with a much needed piss.
Leaving a line of clothing for your missus
to meet, leading to the spare room,
where you wake up in turmoil in baking hot
sunshine that slams through the curtain less
window, and onto an unopened bed you don’t
recognize, before realizing it’s morning
and you’re home, once again, in one piece.