By CryMeaRiver

The first cigarette of the day is my favorite
the dizzying numbness of a morning buzz
forcing my body to the ground 
sticking there, like my backside 
has been lathered in gorrilla glue 
thick as leather, molasses 

I want to stay on the ground 
cushioned by my beautifully cheap walmart rugs 
In this big old house 
where my appartment is this small room 
with a big door
and I feel safe

under the blue and white quilt I stole 
from my grandmothers 
its soft smell, soothes me to serenity
when the outside world convulses me 
into mania 

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Copyright 2019 CryMeaRiver
Published on Friday, October 18, 2019.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: I used to have one of those blankets. Not blue. But it was warm when a lot of shit was cold. It seemed to have an unending capacity for tears and with stood the cleching of many bad times. But like most things from my youth it’s gone now. Great write. Thanks for sharing.

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