BY SCOTT THOMAS OUTLAR
First day in a new habitat
alone
but surrounded on all sides
One more cigarette burn
on my lung tissue scars
Kill switch cool gauge
overdrive inhalation
I don’t miss you
on days like this
but I do wonder
who I am
and what I’ve become
Something is amiss
and you don’t call me lover
anymore
Coffee with rum
to break the fast
at 2 p.m. on the front porch
where dad used to give
some of his best advice
I could use a slice
of humble pie
right now
when pride is ready to goeth
before the fall
