307/365: High Enough

During all that late-night broken stumbling,
after parties and bars,
flushed and drunk among thirty friends
I was high enough to believe I loved,
I thought I knew,
believed in tribe,
my limping collective,
and I ate alone, bad food out of melted cartons,
flushed and ashamed
at bruises blooming along my calves and thighs
whose origins I had already forgotten.

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