Smoking weed in the backyard.
The child fast asleep now,
I hope,
too tired to advocate further
for the things she wants.
“But I want it,” she falls back on,
frequently when we deny her.
“That’s not the point,” I implore.
But now I’m sitting alone in the backyard.
My teeth ache,
a cluster it feels like,
on the left side of my mouth,
where two cavities had been diagnosed.
I never tell my body “no”
to the sweets and boozes I want.
And now I’m rotting.
(June 3, 2023)
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