On the floor

On the floor:
liquor and mildewed dress
battered soles of broken slip-ons
sleeping beside her.

Eyes tightly shot
in the reddening mist of morning.

Puzzled alarm, hesitant to ring
snoozing every ten minutes.

She pulls the carpet,
covers her waxed legs.
To reach waist, she curls
like a fetus formed in the living room
disposed at night.