last night
i got so high that i almost lifted from my body.
i closed my eyes and saw myself double fold
in green neon lights
and i left myself in multiple directions.
i felt a pull from all angles
and nothing on my body at all.
then i pulled it all back
like reeling in a kite out of the vast sky,
opened my eyes,
and felt violated by the astral plane.
tonight i thought
i'd be able to write
and it would all feel alright
like the way it
feels to disappear
off the earth.
i'm sinking again like a snowman in spring.
there's still vomit in my mouth
from last night, but last night
i almost left my body
and stayed alive at the same time.
last night i got so high
for the very first time, and tonight
i'm a cottonmouth snake again,
a snake in the grass again,
about to bite.
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