Images of The City still haunt me.
Seeing those buildings (in stills) rising over the treeline
(What trees?)
burns a hole in my empty
gut.
Today I'm letting the sunshine in-
my little room is warm and mine and
sunlit.
Today is also a free day and I've packed it
full
as best as I can.
Still sober and
still maneuvering
around the voices calling from the staircase,
"Come with us,
Come drink and be
comforted."
Yet No Drink November continues.
Meanwhile, the buildings in The City still stand
and so do I-
to go upstairs and make
coffee.
The moral of today's story.
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