Guest poem: Texts from my coke dealer 

By Eleanor Conway
The only man that regularly texts me is my coke dealer, 

He’s the most consistent relationship in my life, 

The saddest thing isn’t that he misspells his texts to me,

It’s that I’ve been clean for 3 years and he hasn’t noticed I’ve left.

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