WITHDRAWAL

I was at the

Won't Get Out Of Bed Stage

Before I knew I was in danger.

And no one could help me but me.

I stopped reading the Anne Rice books

that had kept me quiet & still & alive

so many years before.

I stirred...

Slowly...

Ever so slowly.

The music was a drug.

Time to change drugs...

change positions...

Stand.

Hands too shaky to hold the razor;

it's ok - stubble makes me look butch.

The water feels good on dead skin -

My piercings tingle & shine.

Towels - Deodorant - & then dress;

Black Is Easy.

"I'm going for a walk."

Black boys & freedom stickers drift by in a haze...

Art Fair is over? Thank Christ...

Jesus I need a fix...

Food Is Never Easy.