the serenity of your embrace dropped off
the edge of the West Coast
haven’t seen it since
i was a fool then
thought you were my strength
no one could tell me otherwise back then
dumb and beautiful 
i didn’t wake up until I lost everything
crawled around the bedroom floor
smelling your work shirts Saving your letters 
dining on valiume, vodka and air
i became a skeleton 
my own fault 
rebuilt my life from coupons, pussy money 
Medical and Christmas gifts 
from Adopt a Family
the mean cashier lined up my food stamps
on the produce scale and called on the intercom for assistance
“Food stamp assistance on check stand 4
food stamp assistance of check stand 4″
i called her a bitch to her face and meant it
so many women were thrilled when I was on the ground
i see them from time to time
they haven’t aged well