If Drugs Came Coffee Flavored

rich roasted beans take the journey

to liquid form. they make their way

inside some favorite cup. engraved with

some favorite saying. customized

with some favorite picture.

for me it’s:

disposable. 

expensive. 

subpar.

                delicious.

                nauseating.

subpar.

expensive.

disposable.

for me it is.

with some favorite picture.

some repetitive saying. stuttering.

inside some churning belly. engraved with

stretch marks or rolls of fat.

to powder form they make their way

dull and addicting, through my journey.

©️Audrey Rosengreen, 2019

Melody

I heard a melody
in the mourning wake
of exhaustion.
 
Thought I found a way out.
Words stopped their flow
            	their trickle – viscous
                            	down my throat
 
Fearing the disappearance of air
but curious.
 
 Isn’t it a beauty?
The intonation, the mood of being
          underneath
         In her ghost.
         In his shadow.
         In my belly.
            Buried.
 
My poor Melody. 



Copyright - Audrey Rosengreen - 2019