You wake up
the bottle as a metaphor,
medicinal
and the mirror -
you lost your creative spark by age fifteen
and lived as performance art
(we all do.)
Lapsed Catholics and laid-off steelworkers -
your grandfather still says that
the Civil Rights Movement
is tantamount to communism -
this might as well be eastern Pennsylvania,
after dark, anyway.
In the winters we never see the sun
or feel warmth
and the summers are a temporary high,
chemical dissolution.
We exaggerate the lows.
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