Death Star
Angel of cocaine
Overdoses and middle-aged men
Discovered on floors, in bars,
In women's bathrooms-
Beneath a juvenilia of stars.
Quarantined Adderall and Michelob
Chasers.
If no one sees, does that mean
It never happened?
Getting off the medicine
Is like a religious experience,
But that doesn't make it religious,
Does it?
I hope you've collected your lies
In your exquisite
Notebook.
The reason I chose to post this particular poem is because I
liked the questions she asks towards the end, and the almost mocking and unsure
tone they are portrayed. Also this poem alludes to a personal experience
that I had when I was in the hospital when I was younger, trying to get off the
medicine they gave me and writing my “lies” in my notebook, the beginning of my
writing “career” as it were.
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