but unbeknownst to the public,
success isn’t a waving checkered
flag or freshly-painted picket fence
but the sense, at five twenty six a.m.
on a Wednesday, that this flesh is
set to squirm free from my bones
if I choke down one more smoky
sip from a grimy cup that’s gone
unrinsed since last month’s name
screamed from a twice-expired
calendar of motivational quotes.
Stephen Ground is a writer, filmmaker, and picture-taker based in Treaty Six Territory [Edmonton, Canada].
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