Daily Archives: September 13, 2016



this time
we needed a
radical change;
I had to stand fast
no matter what he did;
I had made the connection;
my presence was a drug trigger
and each time he walked in
the trigger was activated,
it had to be broken
at whatever the
cost to him
or me
this time
he limped away
with nothing but anger,
a fractured toe, from kicking my door,
and a green woollen blanket;
to warm him on the
cold street
bits of
both of us
lay in fragments
as separately, we tended
or ignored our various wounds.
my victory cost me dear
but I feel hopeful
that something
has finally




Written for The Daily Post #Radical

©Jane Paterson Basil