Ode to Making It One Year Without Rehab

Blow out the candle
Let the wax drip
Into hot figurines
that resemble the silhouette of
Your grandmother
And your grandmother’s grandmother.
Shoot golden bullets
That bend upon impact with the Iron Dome
Into a cylinder one size too small for my finger.
The future of fashion
Is that of the world: Fast
And I don’t want no honkey-dorey-Madeline-stealing-butter-from-the-cupboard nonsense, ya
hear?
Suck my dick raw
I’ll pay you five hundred doll hairs,
I’ll tell you, you’re beautiful, before zooming off into the black
For even with Uriel walking in front and Rafael following behind,
My feet cannot find the way.
Mouse Dog Dust-bunnies Cat Ferret Fish
They are buried
They will bear me my children,
And my children’s children,
Like the stars
They will carry my lineage,
(If light did not pollute, there’d be more)
Do you have a light?
I don’t smoke,
But all my heroines do.

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