I've died a million times.
Slowly.
Like mercury.
But you know I'm not dead.
You know where I've been.

You watched me while
I blew bubbles
and smoke rings.
You knew.
I was strung out on old stars.

You saw my dandilion addiction,
my sugar sickness.

You followed me when I lay down
in magic poppy fields.
You traced me while I slept.

I made everyone else believe
the vinyl storm swallowed me whole.

But you knew I was still here-
swallowing strawberry pills
and dropping kiwi acid,
under the crust of the horizon.