I pushed end
on my phone
so hard
I expected my finger
to come out the back.

Who the fuck was he
to throw Jesus in my face?
All step two had ever gotten me
were nightmares
and white-knuckled afternoons
of barely hanging on
for no reason.

There’s your sanity.

I’ve got a bottle
of the only
Christian brother
I want to hear from tonight
waiting for me
at the store.

He just wants
a pat on the back
for returning
memories I don’t want.

Time to become
someone else’s reason
to drink.

-GD Butler

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