Staying Alive Staying Alive

 

 

I am an immortal queen 

awaiting my heroin homecoming. 

Sitting by a motel basement

I dissociate myself and think of New Mexico.

Where I don’t swing at motel managers

who are lethargic losers. 

 “Don’t get oh so close 

to the extract of heroin”

I hear him say and I began to cry. 

 

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