Fragment: going to work, early

Yesterday is chasing me down the island, south, into today Last night’s ill-advised late dinner turned into a series of IEDs as I drove towards morning and dreams of guilt and frustration woke me, head aching, long before the hissing alarm but the two bellows I left breathing in the bedroom are still facing the coals, glowing - now brighter, now dimmer - in the crepuscular dawn. One a flailing, snorting concertina; one the woman I stood to marry these many sunrises ago, ahead of so many befores.