Trap House, 2-25-20
Of course you’re happy, you’re using.
It gets me through the day
a little pleasure.
There are other ways. Prescriptions. Therapy.
All those evaluations.
Questions over and over.
No progress.
I have friends.
I’m happy.
You’re not working. Not paying rent.
Silence
That’s not sustainable.
Sustainable?
I can’t keep supporting you.
Silence
You’ve taken what I’ve given you and sold it to others.
I don’t have any money.
What happened to the iPad I loaned you?
I lost it. I told my friends if anyone finds it,
I will sell them the passcode.
I have to evict you.
Silence.
You have to move.
Silence.
You haven’t paid rent for two months
and the garage door was torn off.
It was broken.
Found doors have been hung, bunks constructed
and an extension cord run from the house for a lamp,
making it comfy and cozy for your addicted and homeless friends.
Silence.
Will you please consider a treatment program?
I’m not going anywhere without my dog.
And I’m not ready for those programs.
They don’t work if you’re not ready and I’m not ready.
How can you not be ready?
I’m happy.
You’re being evicted!
You need to prepare.
Silence
The constable will come & change all the locks.
They will tell you to leave if you’re here.
They will put everything on the street.
Silence.
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Mmmmmm. Heavy.
Well done. The formatting and the pace are perfect.
I’m sorry, though, for however this experience came through your life.
beautifully written. big hugs.
I’m happy…Such a good heart-breaking poem.
Holy crap. You really looked this right in the eye and stared it down. Perfection as a piece of writing, a body blow as a piece of personal history. I’m proud of you for wrestling it to the ground like this.
Heartbreaking choices, on many levels. Beautifully written. Thank you for this poem.