So what’s it mean, she offering me speed?
We haven’t shared cocaine for 40 years.
And little brother’s Vicodin? I need
it like another burden, it appears,
yet eagerly do I partake. They owe
me twice as much for their reactive ways.
Now give me this and more of that – you know
I’ll try to overdo for several days.

Coincidence? More likely, guilty minds
that sense offense but fail to comprehend
the thinness of their attitudes. The kinds
of tidbits talked, the sports that each pretends
to own, they know those subjects have no heft.
They tore at me and left themselves bereft.