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i. sadness is the most euphoric thing i've felt

You were high all through September
and would come around the house
I was staying at. No one else
tolerated your bullshit, not after taking
Griffin's Xanax: a whole night spent
with your head in the toilet and irises
trembling in their whites. You were talking
about a girl we both knew,
who just graduated high school,
had a bad three day trip after some guy
sold her shitty acid and gave her free tabs,
let her take them in his backyard.

“Her boyfriend picked her up,”
you explained. You were on your third
cigarette, though you’d confided in me
you found the taste repulsive and
dry. “He took her home and while
she was lying on the bed, she lost bladder control,
and when he left and came back to the room
there was piss soaked through her jeans,
the sheets, everything. She’s still tweaking,
but I saw her and she seemed okay.
I mean, she’s not very stable.”

You stood up on Lane's bed
and ran your hands along the ceiling.
“Valerie said we can come over,
if you want.”

ii. until everything’s devastated

The bathwater was lukewarm,
the tub was too small to fuck in. You
kept touching my cock anyway,
talking about mortal sins
and the last time you smoked opium.
I told you it wasn’t the real thing,
not at the price you got if for.

You said, "I don't really care,
it fucked me up anyway,"
and needed my help
to the rug.

Description
i. sadness is the most euphoric thing i've felt

You were high all through September
and would come around the house
I was staying at. No one else
tolerated your bullshit, not after taking
Griffin's Xanax: a whole night spent
with your head in the toilet and irises
trembling in their whites. You were talking
about a girl we both knew,
who just graduated high school,
had a bad three day trip after some guy
sold her shitty acid and gave her free tabs,
let her take them in his backyard.

“Her boyfriend picked her up,”
you explained. You were on your third
cigarette, though you’d confided in me
you found the taste repulsive and
dry. “He took her home and while
she was lying on the bed, she lost bladder control,
and when he left and came back to the room
there was piss soaked through her jeans,
the sheets, everything. She’s still tweaking,
but I saw her and she seemed okay.
I mean, she’s not very stable.”

You stood up on Lane's bed
and ran your hands along the ceiling.
“Valerie said we can come over,
if you want.”

ii. until everything’s devastated

The bathwater was lukewarm,
the tub was too small to fuck in. You
kept touching my cock anyway,
talking about mortal sins
and the last time you smoked opium.
I told you it wasn’t the real thing,
not at the price you got if for.

You said, "I don't really care,
it fucked me up anyway,"
and needed my help
to the rug.