3/365: Methadone

It's nice out today,
she said, it's good,
and then she tipped a bottle of orange liquid back,
sucking in her paper cheeks to pull out the last.
All better.
I kept my head down in the toothpaste aisle,
counting over 870 days since my last drink.

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2/365: Oh, Left Breast