darling: poems by colleen cosette goodman

Anger

To think I only write to cleanse my soul of some unnamed sin
Sin be damned! Let my heart go raw and red into the night
Fuck a cleansing, I need to get through the day
I need a drink or a bloody line smoothed over with Vaseline
But it's never want you need, it's really what you to want
And getting sober and clean is all that you really can do
And then you write
And you get those chores done and ticked
It's so boring to write about sobriety;
God, I need a great love to really get into the throes
And if she doesn't love me back, even better
Let me toil
Venus is retrograde and so's my consciousness
I've been whacked out a long time, honey
Who knows when I'm going back
And I do love the trees and those slippery slimy hands
I'll kiss them clean; I'll kiss you all