Quaaludes and Joy Division

A Poem

By Juleigh Howard-Hobson


I go under. I’ve slipped beneath. I fall
Somewhere deep that wraps itself around all
Edges, leaving me weightless in the core
Of everything I thought I was or
Everything that I thought I would recall.
A jumble of impressions blur and sprawl
Within my inner vision, they enthral
Me while I drift along. And though I soar–
I go under.
Further under. And it is comfortable,
Like giant hands are holding me, I’m small
And warm and happy. It’s just like before
I was even born. No pain anymore,
It’s lifted away on floating spirals,
I go under.