finding the fix

some find their way
in drink,

or a snort, or the glimmering
of an angel
with wings

at the tip
of a filled syringe,

with others it's the delight
of sex,

the kink,
the strange, the obsessed
fix

that flies away as fast
as it came.

there is no bar raised
that can't
be raised farther.

we choose our lives,
as often

as we choose our deaths.