Junkie in the mirror

shit
I forgot my oxy-contins
she said
slipping into
the elevator
crime
victim
junkie
sadness
I followed her

“strung out” I asked
she said yeah without
giving a shit who she was
talking too
she didn’t care
when we hit the 3rd floor
heading out
lifting my sunglasses
I said my apt. number then
“come see me,”
I knew she would
she was a junkie
just like me

J. Masuda © 2004
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