This week, it's nothing but snorting
coke off of the back of the toilet.
A heroin overdose. Two Cheerios left
behind on the hospital room floor.
You get tubes, find your friend in the paper
talking about bicycles, and tonight
acorns will roll into the street.
Micro-chipped is the flower,
snoring away on a guest room wall.
Stolen muffins, and a glass of water,
the smell of it all.
If you think you got super-sonic hearing
when you were under, it is probably
nothing hot chocolate can't fix.