Opioid
A top shelf bourbon
fused stack of spine
the Vicodin going down
on my back I listen
for that sparkler sizzle
a bloom at the center
of my chest lit from inside
circle the room for seconds
thirds a sticking swallow
of gold chrysanthemum
I settle in a boom
the bedsheets float
echoes through sleep
a throbbing hangnail
First Publication: Radius Literary Magazine, 2016
