The Faces Of Codeine by Chris Sorrenti
all through the house
containers are hidden
carrying pieces of my life
all the same size
: tiny - circular
white as living death
no matter how concealed
still my lover finds me
and when she confronts - I deny
truth shouting glassy from my eyes
her face distorted into a fist
and I'm falling
falling
back to a time
when a loved one innocently
handed me headaches in a cure all pill
unable to prevent its own disease
toppling over diamond rings pitched
in a rush to purchase more escape
my car grows old discovering new sources
so they won't recognize their best customer
turning corners past greeting cards
foot remedies
unknowing the pharmacist transferred
from behind
he turns for me
recognition instant
his face contorting into a knife
© 1994
The actual timeline for this poem is 1987
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10/17/2015 Posted on 10/17/2015 Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
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