The Drugs Got You Into This

A Poem

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The drugs go into throat via expression, through need, torsion sickness, the screwing up of the eyebrows, disgust the most identifiable feeling in this new swamp of agony, what you stand

up for the timebeing, the time you had come out to play with clothes you’d never imagined you would own, didn’t know how to parcel out care for things like that, didn’t sound the stellar alarms…