This is the only line to survive from a lyric I wrote once upon a time.
poetry
Heroin
Once again,
Day breaks in upon her
Like a thief,
Like a tender, nervous lover,
Sets a shadow
Like a veil
Across
Her eyes.
Her perfect body turning,
Her fragrance fills the sky,
Her lips smiling warmer than the sun-
Light on her skin, the needle shadow
Marks her
Passing through the day.
Startling the Sunday Roast
Creating an unquiet afternoon,
Startling the Sunday roast
Chicken with a sermon
Passed along by someone who,
We later learned, had also skipped
Church in pursuit of
Something more
Joyful.
