Vicodin Cracking
Michelle Greenblatt
I vomit in your toilet with the water
on in the shower so you don’t hear me.
in the other room, your mother’s dog is
barking. when I am done, I put my face
in a sink full of cold water, bottle
of Vicodin cracking in my seventeen year
old hand. I come back out, naked, shivering,
circling around the dark apartment until
I find you, looking at me. I stumble,
find my watch, put on my clothes. I worry
about driving as I cross over the laundry to
your body.
2.1.2002