How to Cope after an Overdose

I burst with the excitement of a virgin. You recognized me with the glimmer of a stranger. I recognized you from equal parts feeling and smell, making my senses tingle like braces skinning a penis. A man never forgets that.

Or the jabs of nausea from the stench of burnt smoke, lungs, and plastic.

Ten years had passed since our last contact. You were high from the drugs you provided my love during her overdose.

Now it’s my turn to feel the excitement of death.