Ativan

I might well add 

lorazepam to this list. 

Please. Let me slip, then sleep. 

Decades of congregants 

arm-linked with benzos, all

gleaming like cumulative

dreams. I wanna hiss and creep

assembled purple, yet

they’re reds and blues and most

refuse to even meet. Summoned 

and huddled below the hills.

 

Aye, I crawled and hurled in 

your clawfoot tub.

 

Your throat is open; I will bring only kindness.

 

This. Oh, this. You harvest this… 

Never forget the blue-scratch scry of the sky.

You near...