The One That Got Away

My personal experience shooting meth

We don’t believe in coincidences
We breast each babe our own
We know that violation, that name
We sense every wave, puddle jump
We loosen the sky like a leather belt
We witness rituals, too sacred to spell
We transition time in the gold toe of a tube sock
We exist to love you
We remember the taste of copper mercy
We bless your absence, like your presence
We crawl inside hope like an anchor of filament
We are mute
We dress the day in abandon
We pretend each moment isn’t monotone
We rehearse prayers
We dip down deeply into dog eared bibles
We want
We lace our sneakers with zip ties
We survive on desperation
We dissolve into the walls
We exist to love you