I’m just trying to get that one feeling back;
that one day with the perfect amount of substance
and energy, daydream and song. the perfect
walk. the sun on my scapula.
the perfect straw.
and my wrist not aching.
my knee brace on.
and little kids coming up to me
with joy.

it’s happened before.pour the green powder down
my throat.  then the water.
feel the nausea but it fades.
sister,

we can be happy all the time.

“Kratom”