Black Hole


Sometimes you seemed to disappear,
the pull of gin and depression
taking you to a place free of both-
like love but without the hope,
like zen but without the light.
A black hole.
All your twelve-plus life was spent
feeding a black hole.
Every penny and emotion,
every Jesus and Judas-
of a weekend we all danced in your black hole.

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