when is enough enough?
when are you going to quit it?
when will you give it up?
out of the window, i was watching
he was pulling out of the driveway.
i was five.
part the blinds,
let in some light.
her raft is her nightstand,
it's full of prescriptions,
to keep her afloat and
to blur out her weekend.
her room was an ocean,
she was drowning in it.
he let it continue,
kept feeding the big wound
the bile it needed
to eat its way through you.
her room was an ocean,
but you and i are buoyant.
we rode the flood straight out of here.