12/08/2020

Soup

the peyote was harsh and unforgiving

I blanked out whatever dark path I traveled

 

you brought me a bowl of soup on a tray

when I woke mildly and pleasantly surprised

 

a black and white 50s sitcom entertained me

until I came back to who I thought I was

 

part of me is still in that room, suspended

between January and an underworld

[RK, 12/8/2020]

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