The bath was once
A place of comfort where
I watched my insecurities deteriorate with the
Dirt coming off of my skin;
The alcohol released from my blood;
The serotonin being lost.
An intense Bender,
Sex I couldn’t remember,
Made this particular bath Friday morning one I would never forget.
As I stared off into space
I recalled the number on the back of a MUNI ticket
I had used several months prior.
Holding onto this ticket,
when I lose everything else; my keys, my purse…my mind
I knew I could look back on and utilize.
The number on the back, Shalom.