This is a letter plain, to you my dearest
just saying my thoughts
that you should let
anyone who you think it's worth
to fill the hole in your heart...
just please be careful they don't pour
cement in it, and get it concreted.

still you are my favorite junkie
when your arms twitched under mine
and your body shook under my wing...
and so soundless you slept on my skin
like a pink-striped scar that remains forever.

I do remember and moan still
when drinks call for my turn
and I turn out to be fine
and looking pretty under the dimmed lights,
though, still missing you.