“17”
is there a word for this feeling?
like, afraid to wake up the next morning fucked up
but excited to know you’re getting closer with each
passing
day.
seventeen days, i said,
till i rest in Her bosom
and sleep in Her arms
and taste of Her tongue
and feel Her warmth.
but until then, what will keep me steady?
for i’ve got not a thing to smoke
nor any needles to calm me
nor any powder to snort
seventeen days, i said.
and stop being a fucking pussy,
i continued - rather violently,
cuz you’ve done this before
and if you fall apart now
then there’ll be no hope anymore.
seventeen days, i said.
