Donna Dallas

Wretch’s prayer for Every Dismal Day

If I get through this one day
that spills into
the void
where I am continually lost
always left
for dead
if I get through this
pattern of screw-ups
this one last bitch smack up
if I get through this blowtorch high
cradling that needle
like Mother Mary cradled baby Jesus
if I get through this Chinese water torture
on my veins
if I live amongst people who
DON’T
shoot up
people who fuck up
but don’t hit it
if I promise I will let every
oozing sore dry up – I don’t want that infection
within me any longer
if I kiss this needle tip
the end
and wake up tomorrow
with just my Newport’s
will you float me a few more good years?

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