Heroin: A Poem
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2 min readFeb 28, 2021
Transposed to text as performed by Elyse Cizek. Written for live performance Feb 2017.
I like men who look like they’re dyin —
— from heroin
Holdin their shit together with green juice
and guitar strings
to keep it clean keep it clean keep it clean
I like men space between their thighs
and a soft crop of chest hair they got from their daddies —
— who they don’t talk to anymore
but when they do he gives em money
White boys usually
They’re fun and don’t wanna take me home to their mamas
so I can have a lot of em
Always something wrong with em
Bathed in mother’s milk
cocaine
and organic cigarettes
Always somehow perfectly dressed
Stink like the inside of an acoustic guitar
and last night’s stage sweat
