Next Morning

I think there may be something that I missed -
it's easy for a girl to get confused,
and muddled up about just who she kissed.
I feel a little sore, a trifle bruised.
I heard that understanding comes with dawn,
which somewhat bothers me – what might I learn?
I wonder how my shoulder strap got torn,
and why my throat hurts and my eyelids burn.

Well, what a tatty room this is – not mine!
This bed; the window with a broken blind –
it's like a third-rate movie set! Some wine
was spilled here on the sheet! Dismayed I find
two empty bottles and a chair upturned;
but three wine glasses? Now I am concerned…