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[Where is the drug to drug this feeling out of me]

ISSUE:  Fall 2017


Where is the drug to drug this feeling out of me, the drug 
to drug away the fear of drugs and what they steal from me 
or stole from me, sometimes love and then my sanity, the frozen 
bowling ball that set up shop inside my gut and liked it there 
and never went away, I never went away for fear of losing 
what I left which was itself a kind of hell, the hell of being 
terrified of swapping hell for hell, my son, fucked up, rolled 
his car in dark Ohio, lay inside the ditch and listened to the crickets, 
even grass, he said to me, he could hear it growing, and corn, all 
of it just trying to get by, as close as he could come, he said, to god, 
and I was a such a fool, believing in fruition, stuck inside the fairy 
tale of resurrection, even stars he said are trying to get by and then 
he used for ten more years and bankruptcy and where’s the melody 
to remedy the melody, the remedy to remedy the remedy



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