One brief moment

Day bleeds into night,
night gurgles through the back of my throat,
choking, hyperventilating, can't breathe, can't eat,
can't sleep, the dark mahogany booths call my name,
"Come here, rest your head awhile. I won't bite...much."
The cushions fold into one another. Head spins round and round,
stumble, fall; "wait, where am I? God is that you?"
"If that's what you want to call me then 'yes.'"Body trembling, sweating...Oh no, wait, No! Oh God, no, No!
Silver satin sheets tussled on the floor and I sit here
in the midnight's light hoping for just one miracle,
one minute, one moment to take back;
just one.