All of Us Awake
My roommates drug use
shifted from loading
bowls or bongs
to the nutritional equivalent
of lunchables,
dirty rails of dull yellow,
sometimes cut pink
with baby laxative.
No one worried
about going to sleep
they would find me
in the walk-in closet
drag me downstairs
to the girl in frayed fishnets
who matched me wine cooler
for tequila shot.
Morning arrived,
no one remembered
how the night ended.
My roommates drug use
shifted from loading
bowls or bongs
to the nutritional equivalent
of lunchables,
dirty rails of dull yellow,
sometimes cut pink
with baby laxative.
No one worried
about going to sleep
they would find me
in the walk-in closet
drag me downstairs
to the girl in frayed fishnets
who matched me wine cooler
for tequila shot.
Morning arrived,
no one remembered
how the night ended.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson