Jan 23 • 1M
Poem: Small deaths
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Essays and poems about addiction by Spenser Smith.
“Eventually the problem should fix itself, just sayin…”
- Facebook comment posted on a CTV Vancouver article titled “2020 is likely to be B.C.'s deadliest year for toxic drug overdoses”
Death is an ant under your shoe, the unwatered spider plant, a grain of fentanyl thinner than a needle of Douglas fir. * I search the rainforest for names of the dead. Unlike the newspaper, there are no statistics here, only red alder, sword fern. * Vancouver grew so sick of rain it built a coffee shop on every corner. How many downpours until we upend earth for solutions? How many deaths? * I find an obituary etched into the skin of an arbutus. Alan enjoyed great food, especially prosciutto. Overhead, a barred owl flies.