Juliet Cook: Rebirth the Parts I Hated



Another catalyst to backtrack

into the past. My mind keeps on

rewriting, as though trying

to rebirth the parts I hated.


Maybe it's better than missing

the parts I loved. Part of the problem

is that half of what I love is bad for me

and it feels like the only way

to tone down one bad habit

is to get involved with another.


I prefer my wine sweet,

but I like how the red looks like rivulets of blood

and has a higher alcohol content.

At least I don't keep vodka inside my own home anymore.

Maybe I'm a dumb cliché.

I have my own thoughts, but I tone them down

because they're overly anxious

and frenzied and obsessive and compulsive

and I wake up feeling embarrassed

by my own brain.

I could call it a deluge,

but that would make it sound more powerful

and important than it actually is.

My friend told me she was reading a book

that viewed addiction as a learning disability.

I didn't say it out loud, but inside my own head


I immediately wondered

if I might be disabled in more than one way.

At least I try my best to be honest

inside my own addled brain.

Juliet Cook is a grotesque glitter witch medusa hybrid brimming with black, grey, silver, purple, and dark red explosions. She is drawn to poetry, abstract visual art, and other forms of expression. Her poetry has appeared in a peculiar multitude of literary publications. You can find out more at www.JulietCook.weebly.com.