poem: hemingway

I pulled an all-nighter, I pulled
the night between my teeth like
the bloody fists of
a man; I stretched the night
between my teeth and left school-
shooter chalk on the people asking
how, why, and
are you. they left
they all left; and I stayed alone
to watch the sun vomit,
greasy violent strands over the
lovers especially, their hands
their hair dripping in yellow
yolk, the sun cracked over the hard
parts of my face.