… if she is a pill-popping alcoholic / why can‘t she let loose — wave sloppy syntax like a lasso above her head?
As if an addict is not caged by what she loves; as if she howls / on the side of the highway like a coyote in heat.
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Xanax Cowboy: Poems | 
… if she is a pill-popping alcoholic / why can‘t she let loose — wave sloppy syntax like a lasso above her head?
As if an addict is not caged by what she loves; as if she howls / on the side of the highway like a coyote in heat.
You wonder how long I can keep this up. The sad cowboy aesthetic with a prescription bottle that rattles like a snake. I am relentless as discomfort. I‘ll drag myself like a dead horse until you believe it.
In the Wild West there are no emails to answer.
I do not feel the price of gas throb like a hangnail.
There are no pills that promise to cure the world we live in.
Book serendipity: I just finished Xanax Cowboy and started reading a memoir about a young woman who became a cowboy in her mind: Feeding Ghosts by Tessa Hulls.
A Solstice Friday Reads June 21: women and 2SLGBTQIA+ authors from Canada & the USA
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