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I wish I could say

The only vestiges

Of my alcoholic ways

Were the adipose cells

In my belly

But blotched

Suicide scars

On my arms


The beauty of my face

Marked by concrete

And metal

Some of the feeling

In my toes has been lost

My continence grows

With every morrow

But I’ll take it all

And more

Now that booze

No longer runs

A permanent river

Through my veins

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