why did you do heroin even once

for days she has been calling me from a million borrowed cell phones,
my old dead friend, my alpha poem super hero girl, you should be dead already,
walking through the world already zombie,
hi.

your super power is that you have a fucking black hole inside of you

did i know,
two summers ago, on a foldout couch in the lower east side,
this would be the last pb&j we'd share?

then, while we were fooling around,
i dared to slap you hard on the cheek
the report sounded like a gunshot in the quiet
room.
never did i fear your aggression, for i
knew this was a welcome transgression.

then you started using again despite us
and i spent months worrying about hepatitis

wait a minute: on the verge of poetic tidiness:
a million years ago, these same kids
are having a spitting contest sitting
on top of the half pipe at summer camp.