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You come to on the shoulder of I-95,
halfway between East New Haven and a self-built Hell,
traveling at 78 miles per hour. Your stories
are all the same. There is an infestation of ants
in your jail cell. Your girlfriend has no interest in
bailing you out: "I'm done with you. I changed the locks."
Meetings bore you and the idea of God makes it hard
to even stay in your metal folding chair. The coffee is
so bad, the desire to get high just one more blessed
goddamned time is an unending itch inside and underneath
abstract places in your being. Bones ache with fear
and fear-related feelings. Heard this one before.
You're beat up so bad you stay in the seat, catch one
word in twenty. Dirty, dull needles and vomit through your
nose are not so romantic. Someone holds your hand and
you shake with tremor. With chills and desperation.
We'll love you until you love yourself, they say.
You wonder if this is possible, and the other one too.
halfway between East New Haven and a self-built Hell,
traveling at 78 miles per hour. Your stories
are all the same. There is an infestation of ants
in your jail cell. Your girlfriend has no interest in
bailing you out: "I'm done with you. I changed the locks."
Meetings bore you and the idea of God makes it hard
to even stay in your metal folding chair. The coffee is
so bad, the desire to get high just one more blessed
goddamned time is an unending itch inside and underneath
abstract places in your being. Bones ache with fear
and fear-related feelings. Heard this one before.
You're beat up so bad you stay in the seat, catch one
word in twenty. Dirty, dull needles and vomit through your
nose are not so romantic. Someone holds your hand and
you shake with tremor. With chills and desperation.
We'll love you until you love yourself, they say.
You wonder if this is possible, and the other one too.