The Goddess

walks around listening
to Accept and thinking
about how she used to
have contacts in the

drug world and she thinks
what did my husband do
with those people and she
cries and she cries and

she cries and she cries
before she looks for 
the vein she used to
collapse regularly due

to cocaine use and she
even claws it open with
her fingernails before
realizing she threw out

her dope three years
ago, in an attempt to
get clean.

— Poetry

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