evening potion

James Alloul

Contributor

oh hi. you’ve caught me in my daily stupor.

i’m told it isn’t safe 'round here at dark.

we’ll take a stroll across the empty park.

you’ll milk me like they’ve milked my humour.

when i get home, i’ll poison myself more.

nobody left to face or to appall,

just me, blank screens, and the rats in the wall,

my body clogged and lying on the floor.

oh sure, i’ll let my problems steep;

more painless to entrust the trance

than digging through this deepening heap.

now you know my secrets, sweet and sickly.

though, like the sun, you’ll soon be gone,

and you’ll forget me just as quickly.