Too many questions.

There were too many questions today.

Too many questions for my brain to handle with grace. 

Words that went in started dropping back out,

But by then they sounded tired. 

Words dropped out that sounded short. 

Those words were short. 

Some were even tinged with frustration. 

Maybe one or two sounded angry. 

You're asleep now, 

And I am going to drown those questions, 

Those words,

In wine.
I will toast to tomorrow.