Shalom

Shalom.

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.

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