tenacity isn’t much to live on

calling dead
before blood and body
land
floored
fucking
fucked
with the emphasis on the ’t’
fuckt
and all those bits of teeth
out in the world
open-air misted
fist and pissed
and kicking down
out to the curb
sputter and choke
taste of gutter
and a bit of song
half a block up
something muttered
no grunted
as much as growled
loudly
garbage taken out
and
sitting up later
too disoriented
and head-swoll
to know just how lucky
they are to be alive
if they can get through the night
awake through the swelling
maybe it’s worth a trip to the e.r.
but even now
in this state of no how
they know better
because even the insurance won’t be enough
and there’s already 60 a week it’s taking
just to scrape the bottom
living in a tent sucks most of the time
buying the cheapest cold thing
thinking only of icing
and the luxury of aspirin
if they could just rest a minute
they can get through the night

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Average, boring, self-involved human. Twitter: @CultOfCocktails Facebook: facebook.com/MolyTov
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