the smell when I open the fridge,
the dreams in my toilet.
I could eat off the floor,
out of the dog’s dish.
No bath for a week,
It rained for two days,
and I passed out in the hallway between my bedroom and the bathroom.
There came a moment that I thought I wanted more;
just a little to help me get my “shit
Then, the moment I wanted nothing more than the absence of it;
to help me get my ” shit together”.