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How they do Meth
I don’t know how they do meth
under the blazing pot-belly of the southern sun,
but down in the dregs,
in the white cotton and the bay breezes,
they snort it.
I haven’t seen it done before but
sitting around my December table,
my lopsided birthday cake, and forgotten cousins,
I knew it already.
But it’s all a knotted-up ball
of flat bike tires, stale popcorn, and avoiding sleep.
I can’t remember who told me.
If my mother pointed a whispered finger
at the back of my father’s head
or if I weaseled through his junk drawers and secret hoards,
just looking for a pen.
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Holly Eva Allen is a writer currently living in California. She has a degree in English from the University of California. Her work has been previously published in magazines and sites such as Rue Scribe, Blue Unicorn, The Courtship of Winds, and The Slanted House. She is currently working on a Master’s in English at Claremont Graduate University. You can find her work at hollyevaallen.wordpress.com.