This week

Sitting at a
this week’s anonymous
realizing your strengths
by observing other people
from your fold out metal chair spot

You say
how funny
It is living alone
You never realize
who you are
without comparing yourself

basement in a community building
addicts’ meeting
is the most elation
you’ve felt in a while
And you couldn’t have imagined it

You could rip
into the skin of an orange
with a thick prod of your finger
and be unapproached by the sharp juice
in a paper cut on your hand

No man is an island
Quotes the coke dealer
Hasn’t been for four years


The Schism

The schism is not here yet
But I see its approach

In some ten odd years
Even an email
Will be a disconnected thought

It will get lost
in some tunnel of thought
And I’ll laugh at the strangeness of the idea
that never really came

When everyone does the selfish thing
And makes those duplicates
Through the twisted and thorny erotic union

I’ll be alone
In refusal

And the children will throw rocks
At my window
And call me old witch

I will be a voyeur of plant life
What I thought
Would never happen

I’ll wear a daisy crown
And offer to sell some at my door

They’ll dangle from a rusty nail in the door
That is stained by my first blood

Marked signs of martyrdom
For the strange, sweetly sweat-smelling
little beings that never asked
To be born

I will stare at the centre
Of wash basins
And see life
Divided by a single purpose

And my days will unfold
Undisturbed at last

Don’t you know
I am woman
And I am the island