“A cop, / flustered, tugged up his shorts, plunged / a needle into a pale thigh. He hissed / awake like a soda can. The paramedic / spoke slowly in his ear like a lover” —Steven Espada Dawson, “A River is a Body Running” @splitlipthemag.bsky.social splitlipthemag.com/poetry/0821/...
The first time I found my brother overdosed, he looked holy. A
