Christina Cicchelli is an eccentric artist and poet in Austin, TX.

Drunk in Babylon

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When I woke up I didn’t know where I was

Or why I was being dragged off the train

By then it was warm

The nodded-off neighborhood blanketed

White that sparkles Under a muted, mauve sky

Where was the church? The sushi bar we liked? The car dealership?

The album spun while I remained still my legs frozen stiff

Then a scratch “Welcome to Babylon”

I slept in a taxi

Wishing I could sleep on the surface of a cool sea

Wanting the night to look like that all the time

Knowing just hours before I screamed leave



For once, you listened.