Crack: Conversation on the Bus
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Mikey Marlin
You told me it wasn’t enough any more.
We were on the bus.
It was Sunday. The Cathedral reminded me of a big, empty skull
In the sky. I felt Christless, desolate.
Was there rain?
You were drinking a beer.
What’s not enough?
Crack.
The very word is a crack
A new gash through which conversation falls.Never thought I’d have a friend like you:
How can crack not be enough?
It’s too much, surely. Too much danger,
Too little hope.
The bus-driver reminds me of someone -
My dead uncle. Hopeless. You want more.
You always do.
Heroine.
There’s a word.
There’s a knife in me. We were silent all the way back.
You were thinking of your next hit.
I was writing your eulogy.
Help me.
Dear God, help us both.
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