All I Wanted Was a Pepsi
Me and Z. were talking about dope
“I’m worried about my pancreas,” I said
“Half my pancreas is a giant cyst,” he said,
“it’s dissolving itself.”
Z. was losing weight
one of his eyes was mostly closed
and half his face was always red
“Is your pancreas why
your face looks like that?” I asked
“The thing about opiates is
they make you thirsty,” he began,
“Where I live there’s a spare refrigerator
in the basement for sodas.
I was going down to get a Pepsi
but I’d done a shit ton of heroin
and I fell down the stairs.
At the bottom I started crawling.
I didn’t know I was pushing
my face along the concrete.”
“You must have really wanted a Pepsi,” I said
“Yeah, I’m tenacious,” he said, “Anyhow,
a few days later I went to the doctor.
He said if I’d waited one more day
they would have taken out my eye.
Now I can’t really see out of it.”
“I guess you’re lucky,” I said
“Yeah,” he said, “I can still see
out of the other one,
I can see just fine.”