Tuesday, May 30, 2023

dopesick

Pull up to Harbor Freight
to buy a thing or two,
Beyond the windshield
shaking boy skinny
White trash watershed
"That boy's sick" you say
We both know what you mean.
It's not the flu and not a cold.
"Hey, man." Boy calls out,
the words quickly flow out
desperate explanation,
Like pressing your thumb over
the end of a hose, your suppression
the more he grifts, the more dollars lift
Out of your wallet, four dollars
And shake your head,
"I don't need to know.
If you need it, you need it."
We all three feel the relief
like how mushrooms can
Feel each other without senses
He gulps and says, 
"Thank you...at least someone understands."
And we both know, he won't be there
when we leave, he will chase dragons
Down the line, your kindness
hits my heart all the time.


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