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Kate Daniels: Support Group

For a long time, each day was a bad day.

Truthfully?  For years, each day was a bad day.

 

The nights were worse, but she could slide

The deadbolt on the bedroom door, and swallow

An Ambien, or two, to summon sleep.

 

Thank god she never dreamed about it.

 

The meetings helped, but it was hard to go

Because the first thing you did was admit

You were fucked, and had no power.

 

It was worse to stay home, sitting on the fear

Like a solitary hen hatching poisoned eggs.

 

There were a lot of rules and tissues in the room.

The rules were followed.  The tissues were

Dispensed to those who wept.

 

Many wept.

 

In the rooms, there was infinite suffering.

It had 3 minutes each to describe itself.

 

A little timer went off, or someone waved

A cardboard clock face in the air.  One Suffering

Stopped talking.  Then the next Suffering started up.

 

A lot of suffering in the world, is the first clear thought

Most people have when they come here.


 

Copyright 2018 Kate Daniels. From In the Months of My Son’s Recovery by Kate Daniels. Forthcoming from LSU Press (2019).

Reprinted from Five Points vol. 18, #2 2017.

2 comments on “Kate Daniels: Support Group

  1. barbala2013
    May 28, 2018

    Oh, so good! Thank you Kate Daniels.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Kerry Madden
    May 27, 2018

    Reblogged this on kerrymaddenstories – Two-State-Life – Deep South/West Coast and commented:
    Love this poem so much – every single note xo

    Like

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