Sobriety in Relapse

a ghost stomach begins twisting
begs for a veil of smoke
from the horror in my hand
months earlier
my yard filled itself with dead crows
I pretended they were leaves
I pretend the pipe is my stomach
I pretend I am filled with fire
instead of smoke

months earlier my yard began
filled itself with
a veil of dead leaves a ghost stomach
pretended they were crows
instead of  smoke

breaking apart is a messy dance
it’s the only one I know