Consumed with anger
and self-pity too
I heard
my wounded inner-toddler whine.
Before the vending crud machine
I knew to poise above the C,
to thumb the 9.
As good as chewed and flushed!
'Oh God, I hate myself! '
I fed the bill.
Without a doubt it sucked it up.
I said, 'Now it's too late.'
My chin dropped
as it spit the dollar out.
The jones-ing was still running
in my skull.
I pray to God to show his love
and then...
My second thought
was 'It's a miracle'
My first was
'I can't put it in again.'
I bought a Diet Coke®.
Then pinched my jaw.
Left feeling weird,
yet with a kind of awe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem