You snort up all the snowy powder,
feeling more than Superman
for half an hour,
just to come
down.
Relish the initial thrill,
& the brief escape
from all of life’s
depressing
dumps.
You want to bring the pleasure back.
You chop another line
and snort it up
again, again,
again…
This wish for manic happiness:
a smiling mask to hide
the lines of tears
that run down
cheeks.