Heroin [No Twilight Reference Intended]

I know I’ve been promising to write a New Year’s blog for-fucking-ever- and I will, tomorrow’s Friday- but it’s just been such a busy week.

In order to keep my head attached to my shoulders, however, I will sate my readers with this little poem I wrote in geometry on November 19th, 2008.
Funny, perhaps the class is more useful/artistically stimulating than I thought.

NOTE: Capitalization un-altered.

Heroin
your glorious eyes in their sockets; they seem
subversive. the way they gaze at me
a spell, to pull me under.
you’re my lie when I don’t want the truth.
when the drugs and the nicotine leave me bored
the aftertaste of alcohol without passion
liquor gives me false warmth
but you
one touch of skin, of cell on cell
it’s what they’ve been teaching us about all these years
wasted in classrooms with test tubes and blood samples.
the rush of this rare and natural high
you spike my blood with your DNA
an addiction of which i will never tire.
the cure for which I’ll never search.
i don’t need to be made breathless.
make me sick.