Hypodermic Needle-Georgia Park/Private Bad Thoughts

I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

There’s a hypodermic needle
in the bathroom flat on the tile
where Robby was laid out, stiffening
like Jonny, falling backwards again
or Willem spinning into the frozen
snowed over ground of our grandparents’ farm
with me, laughing hysterically
and Tiffany having still, tiny, opiate addicted
infant after infant…

There’s a hypodermic needle
in the bathroom flat on the tile
Nobody touch it!
I put up a sign and call
the police to remove it
something I never would’ve done
in a previous life, and should’ve.

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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Literary Collective

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