128, SB or Postcards

On vicodin
And alcohol
On my brother’s couch
Family vacation
Give me a few hours
Panic in the bathroom
“General anxiety”
Phone calls make it worse
And your messages
Sweet, you say
You’re being sweet
Don’t know what your voice
Is. Does. Was.
Some flashbacks to war in
my apartment
Sobbing fights haven’t started yet
Vicodin
and alcohol
Therapy, she says
Makes her unhappy