I cannot remember the last time I ate breakfast
or saw the sun rise
with no fear.
My hands still shake
without trying and I regret
taking the pills that made them so.
It's not all bad. It's not all bad.
I still have
everything else
I can't remember clearly and
that is something
of an achievement.
My emergency contact
is time. Always there and junk.
I'm covered. Promise.
Worst comes to worst
you can take that night stand drawer to a pawn shop
and foot the shovel and stone bill.
