“Help Me I’m Drowning” By Taylor Monet Welch

         The script reads:          “Acquire ecstasy from a homeless man called Static Pete”          He’s always happy to see me.          …          Let me rephrase.           He’s always happy to see the wad of cash I have in my hand.           But it’s nice to be wanted — even if it’s just by your drug dealer.           “Hey, Pete,” I sigh, …

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“Waiting” By Teresa Morse

Once they thought I was dying / I couldn’t turn my head, tendons and muscles turned to rebar in my neck / there were things I didn’t want to see. They suspected meningitis / the bad one, the one that kills you before you know you’re the host. The nurse came in with two paper …

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“Wasted? So is Your Life” By Jacqueline Kirkpatrick

The first time I did cocaine was off Billy Joel’s face. My boyfriend, Shawn, lined a row over Billy’s mouth on the cover of Piano Man. I remember leaning down with the dollar bill in my fingers, locking eyes with Billy, wondering why his eyes were sad, and wondering if I was going to do …

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