Penis and testes
Reaching out in a molskine cahier
I celebrated quietly. It felt surreal. It felt awkward and good.
Eleven days ago on August 26th, 2007 I celebrated 24 months *sobriety.
I drew a picture; a representation of feelings felt in the midst of quietly laying alone, late that night in bed.
Some people know this as I did tell them that day. A handful really, had not much to say.
“Be proud” they reply.
I sigh inwards
and rather deny… the right to be so.
Lightning didn’t strike and the World remains intact, save
for the few orgasmic attacks.
I wonder why I didn’t cry. I wonder why.
*sobriety from GHB which had been my lovely drug of choice