other than my addictions,
I'm elated.
she sees it,
tells me it.
she always said I had to give them up
and hit my all-time lows,
or I would never reach my high.
I'm on a high.
she sees it, she knows it,
she is grateful for it,
this small piece of the outside world,
this one last anchor.
right now I'm smoking king-size,
b&h
and my eyes sparkle.
she knows it, and it makes her smile,
even though she cannot connect
me to our chain of ancestors
anymore
than the other four hundred and fifty days before.
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