gonna kick tomorrow

 

my life is full of light and I am righteous
in my suit of mirrors, so happy when
everything is so wrong

the habit, the habit

the god of pills is crouched down
in the corner of my room and he’s
not leaving soon enough for you

the failing, the failure

you, on the edge of the bed with
my quick love in your hands
you can’t look at me now

I’ll try again tomorrow

 

Bio:

When not writing about unredeemable people in bad situations, Debbie Collins enjoys letting her dog drag her around her neighborhood in Richmond, Virginia. She also likes cooking and reading tiny novels on her tiny phone. She has been published in Third Wednesday, The Lake, and Flatbush Review, among others.

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