Quinn White

SCOPOLAMINE

Date-rape
            drip.

I sucked ice;
came
when the spinal stabbed
my holy Latin
sacrum, a bone-tip
tricked dizzy;

A Mylar stork bobbed
past
my little window;

A blue sheet
covered the verbs
between my legs
as I held mass
and passed
out;

My body broke
the contract
that what arrives,
belongs.

The penalty, an odd hollow
that quivers each time I smile.

As if happiness splashes
only
at the edge of a rip
                             current. 



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