Sank

Over head he smiles

I only know because I feel his warmth

The alcohol has caused a blur

My madness sinks beneath whiskey slurs

I’m thirsty

I’m hungry

But I’m too intoxicated to fix either

Maybe I should have left the bottle alone

Maybe this is my life and how I want to live it

“Fuck it” I spit

And reach for the bottle

Just one last pour

A sloppy drop wilts into the bottom of the glass

Such a lonely drop

like his smile from the heavens

I sit back

rub my grumbly tummy

And smile from his warmth

-Saschia

A Bag Full of Freedom

I wake up chug a cup of water in my reusable Starbuck’s cup

gotta make sure I have enough milk made for the baby

sniff my pits and decide they smell fresh enough to skip a shower

I put on white leggings and look at my butt in the mirror only to notice

my panties show right through

So I pick a long shirt from my floral lined basket of folded shirts

I folded them when I was in the mood

I make myself sausage eggs and two pieces of french toast

this time for myself

not for the milk maker

I yell and scream about women’s rights then walk away

to fill another bottle of water

I pump for 20 minutes

put ointment on to prevent getting thrush

or from getting some infection I’d get from open wounds

and then gather Plath, Bukowski, Poe, Rimbaud, and [S.K.] Nicholas

into my bag

I grab my computer pretend to be happy

grab some pens and my keys and head out the door

I could take the Subie but I choose to take the Matrix

which is older and smellier

so my husband who has the baby has a car seat

and I drive and I think about where I want to eat

and if I even want to eat again

 

-Saschia

 

Little purple person

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