I was going to not get high tonight so I could write a poem that makes sense.

But I did. 

It’s been a couple of days since I was happy enough to stay sober.

I feel like a failure.

Being with my family reminds me of everything I would rather not think about. 

Thank god Rebecca is here. (shoutout to her Lexpomo page)

My uncle gave me a mini ice cream sandwich, so for now I’ll slip into a more seductive reality

filled with sweet morning kisses 
and dark red wine nights.