I'm not anything but a writer
that writes his lies as prophecy
he plucked from between God's teeth.
or a liar spinning prophecy into assorted neon bake sale ads and "have you seen me" fliers tacked to bulletin boards in church gymnasiums recovering addicts
meet every week in.

I hear the coffee is always free.
hot, too.

hi, my name is [redacted]
and it's been 57 days since I last used
****** and I have learned one thing,
no,
two things in that short time:
it's the people that offer the drugs
as if they were condolences sloppily
scribbled on cards tied to peace lilies at funerals of family members that could never
pronounce your name right
and its ok to cut them out of your life
like rot from a wound if it means saving yourself.
save yourself.

I was an addict for 11 years.
I watched my life go gangrenous,
limb by limb,
all because of what I refused to let go.

again,
at least the coffee is free.

do they have liquid creamer or that non-dairy
powdered ****?
do they have honey or turbonado?
I'm kind of the espresso type.

yes,I'm fine. I promise.

I'm not though.
I'm not though.
I'm not though.