Emily Knier - A Million Vices (Poetry)

A Million Vices

 

Windex is the new White Claw

And substance abuse is the new therapy

 

1200mg of ibuprofen

Chased with 300mg of caffeine

 

Mixing uppers and downers in a

Desperate attempt to make my brain work right

 

Anxiety is the new standard

With depression à la carte

 

You can have anything you like under the stars

Confined to a poison planet that is

 

Trans fats and transgressions

I’m on a mission to feel anything at all

 

I find myself trapped in the mortal coil

Wanting things that no longer exist

 

A million vices available

And not one of them feels entirely correct

 

 

Sweet Dreams

 

old and jade

stunning orchid beaches

“Why do you hate me?”

Volcanic Garden of Eden

I looked away so I wouldn’t blush.

cream and sugar

citrus

curving slopes

cloak of greenery

Vertebrae

I shrugged.

shooting up black tar heroin and having sex for money.

half-expecting unadulterated love.

“Nothing,”