I wanna…


I wanna call an old friend
from my childhood
to talk about kickball and boys.
I wanna make fun
of your mama, ride bikes
and smoke butts-
at least till the ice cream man comes..

I wanna call an old friend
from my teen years
buy a cheap bag of weed
and a bong
talk about frenching, while coughing
my ass off,
then pass out all fucked up in the sun..

I wanna call an old friend
from my 20’s
buy a case of cold Bud
and some rock.
bitch about guys, we shouldn’t love-
but can’t leave,
’cause damn it, the sex is too hot..

I wanna call an old friend
from my 30’s
tell them “I’m off all that shit,
man, I’m clean..”
but I don’t- because I can’t find them,
they’re all dead, or in jail,
or worse- clean like me…

In answer to Crimson’s Creative Challenge Photo Prompt

Subsequently submitted to Your Daily Word Prompt- Recovery

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