November Poem 3: Marina (Part 3)

As I painted that boat and as he got

Weaker, I got stronger. Despite the booze,

I got stronger. And when we got that boat

In the water, he let me sleep on board

Under the condition that I get my

Life together. And I tried. I started

A.A. He waited, parked in his chair on

The dock taking in the ocean breeze and

Watched me take off bag after bag clinking

Full with old bottles. He said now the crew

That he sent to meet me wouldn’t be put

Off by the mess and alcohol reek.

He said I needed these people. He said

I needed someone I could call family.


Marina (Part 2)

Marina (Part 1)

How I Write: a Walk Through

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