Bloody Mary

In the morning you need
something like this, knockout
blur of acid and heat

flaring your dull sleep-brain
in semblance of wakefulness. 
You take a sip, knowing

this won’t be entirely pleasant,
but you like it that way. You like
to suffer, particularly when

the hot sauce is good, garnish
original and absurd. The weekend
demands this, and as always

at brunch you are happy 
to oblige.