Paul, he likes his lighters and his spoon “Taste that kerosene.” he offers ‘Nah, I’m cool.’
There are people running naked in the street This one girl, she slipped Her blood becoming a perfect illustration of a fractal as it mixed with the rain water Snaking through the leaves Trickling to the gutter On its way to the sea Lucky blood I wish it was me
I hold the syringe up to the light Double checking I got it right And I wonder, in this moment, what you would think of me?
“So then” Paul slides down the wall to the floor Legs spread in a V, he winks at me Like a drunken ******* offering more “What’s your poison?”
‘******. But don’t get excited Paul, that’s not what I’m here for.’
I expose his skin, and let the needle sink in
“You used to be such a good girl. Goody goody.” He laughs from his spot on the floor “Goody; such a weird word. But that’s what you were.”
I recap the needle, carefully now
"What happened to you, Goody? What?” He twitches and slides down more
‘The hospital would be more suited for you, ya know.' I pack up his insulin, store it back in the fridge.
‘Okay Paul. I’ll be back in the morning. Try not to OD again.’
“Goody Goody.” He laughs up at me from his spot on the floor. “Goody Goody, that’s what you were.”