1000 years ago we had everything we need.
clouds, and the bible,
and wheels and carts,
horses, the concept of money,
and we even had dying at 25.

i’m 27 and i haven’t died yet, never done drugs in my life.
last sunday i ended up on a date, somehow,
drinking non-alcoholic canned negronis
with a 37 year old recovered addict, active dealer,
and she hadn’t died yet either.

we shared a single cigarette on our way out the door,
sat on the steps of a church at 1:30am,
eating 24hr diner donuts.
she talked about herself a lot and i listened a little,
studying hand and pretty, tired face tattoos.

i called for an uber alone and she blew me a kiss,
and four wheels arrived and took me home,
and both of us were bone dry sober, and alive,
and parents get lenient with their youngest child,
thank god, God’s saved us from dying at 25.