Scarlet

So, I was forced into rehab about two years ago.

I’m finally celebrating one year clean and sober.

One year without

          shooting up,

                   snorting lines,

                             crushing up pills.

                                                          One year without

                                                downing vodka,

                             popping something I pulled out of a large bowl,

                   smoking weed.

          One year without

drugs.

                   So instead,

I’ve placed my concentration

on the baby.

Yes, I’m excited about being clean,

I suppose.

But drugs were my staple, my meaning, where I belonged.

Now I need

a new sense of

value.

And I’m not

going to get it

from anyone

around                    here.

I figure it wasn’t safe to have a baby

on drugs. Some of my friends got

clean once they found out there was a bun in the oven.

But, since I’m already sober,

I might as well.

I’m thinking of girl names:

Dawn,

Amelia,

Wynonna,

Carson,

Virginia.

I’m thinking of boy names:

Waylon,

Elijah,

Isaiah,

Peyton,

Reagan.

I guess the next step is thinking of a “father.”