Entering back into the womb,
it’s what being on opioids is like:
a curling inward in a warm, safe place,
your mind checking out temporarily
as the Universe forgets your existence;
the original pain is numbed, defanged,
de-categorized into a nice rumbling under the skin,
attention-span is wearing thin as the pain
still hangs out in the background, smoking,
causing you to piss and puke acid at odd moments.
I see why the cult of dependency is what it is.
People don’t like or even want to deal with the pain
in real-time; life should be hazy & lazy
because real life sucks ass. Many cousins of mine
are lifetime believers & followers of the cult of opioids.
They are damaged, distraught individuals.
I was taught not to do this. Only Tylenol for pains,
nothing more. Even on Tylenol, I have trouble
reclaiming my words, they drift in & out of the tunnel
too fast, as I remain still, my lower back still strained,
the pain sucking ass.