Missy-girl
got her self
esteem resurrected
one fine evening
over at Louise's

a holy rig
cranked
forgetfullness
up her arm
into her brain
then the medicine
let her vomit out
years of fear
emotional poison
percolated out of her pores
and when she cleaned
herself out
the street looked
softer
and her body felt
skinned deer fresh
she's learned transformation
becomes one with
the sweet trinity
of needle
medicine
self

she belongs now to a
secret
medicine society
she's first order in
a protective web of
members
they guard
strung by the
belief that
teeze rush
is street zen
ritalin is the
mama-cocoa helper
and heroin is the
power line
prayer line
to reach the place
of the spirits.

Her protection
her therapy
it's a cloak covering her
nakedness
so the johns can't touch
the bliss that vibrates
over her skin
the film, the shield of
surface tension
envelopes her
saves her from trick-contamination
it's safe sex for those
in emotional recovery

Missy-girl
she's not fearful anymore
to reach out to her
inner-child.

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