People have a bad habit
of falling in love with me
at bus stops, in taxi cabs,
on motorcycles, in secret labs.
It saved a lot of money
when I was drinking and drugging.
I’d quit months ago, but when
I happened upon a half-empty
pack of cigarettes, I smoked the rest
because I hadn’t bought them
recently. I let a sad boy bum some
after my home group. He had
a few years, I hadn’t hit one.
We got coffee and he tried
to kiss me. I said I wasn’t ready,
and he got angry. So, I watched as he walked out
of meetings. Once my ex overdosed,
I knew I couldn’t save anyone,
regardless of how much glitter, indie music, or
Naloxone I threw at them.
Lily Gavazov is a recent graduate of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill with a degree in Advertising and a minor in Creative Writing. She currently lives in Chapel Hill, N.C.