Sobriety
I have a love-hate relationship with sobriety.
sometimes I’d want to make out with sobriety,
but other times their natural disaster of a brother, addiction makes a good Sex on the Beach.
Addiction seems to drug me with red wine, binge eating, and Instagram
every time. And I’m okay with it?
Sobriety just stands in the corner, shaking their head,
‘no, even I know you don’t want this
because I’ve known you until you started lollygagging
with my brother when you were nineteen.’
I am suppressed by the tsunami and rubble that plow through my body,
and sometimes out my butt or up my throat—
hoping I don’t choke as my organs grieve for sobriety.
April Frances Federico is an up-and-coming poet, journalist, activist, and visual artist. She has a specific ardor for women's rights and Title IX issues. She is a huge literature nerd studying Creative Writing with minors in Arts Management and Visual Arts at Roger Williams University. She is also the voice behind The April Diaries and her work has been published in Rose Quartz, Ayaskala, honey & lime lit, Kissing Dynamite, Satin Soulbits, and HEAL(er) Mag.
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