A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms
A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms
We’ll drink
the day
we think
we’re cured.
The day
we kick
we’re cured.
Till then
we kick
the bot-
tle, then
we drag
the butt
to meetings.
A drag!
First things
first! Meetings
get better.
First thing
we know
we’re better.
Got hope.
Now we
got feelings.
We hope
we never
get feeling
too good.
We never
remember
too good
all the pain.
Remember,
we buried
the pain,
but good.
When we’re buried
they’ll plug
our butt
in the ground.
We’ll unplug
the jug then.
We’ll have grounds.
We’ll be cured.
Paul Hostovsky, a Pushcart awardee, makes his living in Boston as an interpreter at the Massachusetts Commission for the Deaf and Hard of Hearing where he specializes in working with the deaf-blind. He is the author of two full-length poetry collections, Bending the Notes (2008), and Dear Truth (2009), both from Main Street Rag.