𝗧𝗮𝗱𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗲
𝘣𝘺 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘺𝘯 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯
she churned inside
her Coca-Cola eyes
the burn of it
both balm and blessing—
amphibious design,
a single extremity—
homing device, an offset
to excessive amounts of liquor,
lines of coke, the occasional fatty
hungrily consumed
of a single evening
morphing into days & nights
then, haywire weekends
burnt-orange afternoons
incomprehensible mornings
the slang of the street
her only sustenance
welfare checks, for a time
until even loved ones
tired of hanging on,
holding out, hope
charred and mangled,
lifetimes sacrificed
to the god
of good times