How I'm Alive

Free Verse ReVolution

Endless smoking,
Ziploc bags of shake,
cigarettes on your
dresser-
none have
the authority to
satiate our lesser
halves.

It’s like our parents said-
“s/he’s just going
through a phase.”

If your math adds
up, we’ve been
subtracting
ordinary from
oddity inside our
drunken odysseys

Mum,

eight years and
counting, and I’d
dare not round such
numbers
down,
sir.

Even salvia hurts less
than those
denials.

Truth be
told, I’ve endured
coke-fueled trials less
grueling.

These things have a way
of mushrooming out of

control like

withdrawal blues
and shotgun
family values.

But if there’s one
thing I was
always good at,
it was unspooling a yarn.

Tell me now, what’s
the harm in
experimenting
with
buying the farm?

How I’m still alive should have
raised blaring alarms so damn long

ago.

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