Issue
#4

July
2009

a poem by Anne McMillen

so much for intervention

it's been years since i could
sustain any extended
period of sobriety
and sobriety is
protracted and painful.

the odd man out. a dumb dyke bitch.

over the years i've spent with my
real girlfriend, oxycontin,
i've become a connoisseur of death,
having tasted and witnessed first hand
each variety of non-death and
slow death and living death and
dead fucking death and
having personally fucked
welcomed it deep inside
begged for more--smiling
rotting death that stagnates and
stinks up the inner and outer--
i have defeated death by death.

throwing it all away,
i've been
emotionally bankrupt
for years and you can
leave me because you
love me and it's easier that way,
it's easier this way...when everything is
so predictable and it's only a matter
of time sweet time
before it's muted out, muffled,
abandoned the same.

© Anne McMillen

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