a quick fix. When I needed a hug
you came on thick. Thick as a wool blanket
on a cold dark night. Shiny as the
armor on a Medieval knight.

You were my high
rocket in space. “Beam me up
Scotty” and we’re outta this
place. You were not subtle. I crashed
on the take-off like the Challenger Shuttle.

You were my hangover
the morning after. My head blown up
like a red balloon squeezed in the
rafters. My pieces were strewn from
popping. I laid marooned like troopers
dropping from the sky. The price of the high!