Phoenix House

Phoenix House, will you take me,

I’m broken and I once drew lines on my body,

You can’t see them now,

But if that’s the price of admission for rehabilitation

I’ll make it happen, get the bed ready

Phoenix House, I may not be the addict

You’re looking for, but I think I’m hitting the bottle

Of everyone’s sadness pretty hard,

People are born without asking, live without loving

And die without being forgiven

Phoenix House, do I need to believe

In a higher power? Because what I believe in beats

In the hearts of everyone around,

I don’t know the topography or the elevation,

Saint Bowie called it Soul Love, so I guess I will too

–Ben Nardolilli

Ben currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, fwriction, THEMA, Pear Noir, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. You can find his blog here, and he is looking to publish a novel.

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