Addict #1 (Rose’s Baptism)

Today’s poem was inspired by a reader email. Enjoy.

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Rose emailed,
a street-walking
shelter-dweller,
sixty-two years
in the making,
thirty-eight of which
were stitched together
by heroin needles.

Daughter of the Pope,
sister of the molested,
aunt of the overdosed,
twin of poppies,
welfare patient
with tracks between
her toes, fingers,
elbow folds,

what’s to say
of Rose’s life,
except that
rock-bottom
pushed her
up in the water,
a stone rising
into new
concentric
circles.

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  • Seth, So good! Your descriptions offered a ton of detail about Rose. I’d add a child of God. This line: “thirty-eight of which were stitched together by heroin needles.” Whoa. I’ve added her to my prayer journal.