end of the year.

[givemethepills]

this time last year i was new,
just moved, fresh-faced
throwing up every time i ate
in the employee bathroom during my breaks
lines in the parking lots
lines in borrowed cars,
it was free.

mushrooms and orange juice in the band's practice space on weekends
i've done this before but it didn't work,
am i feeling this yet? am i just imagining it?
laughing, wild hysterical giggling,
feeling the floor slip under me as the riffs turned to fish and swam away
playing my favorite song as loud as i wanted on every amp in the room

and my party was a narrow escape
and being in way less trouble than you should be
like
the powder in my purse
were i ever to get searched.