SoMa Literary Review

One Year

By Steven Hoadley

One year sober
and no one noticed
nor cared
nor thought
much about it,

not even me.

Bills are due
boils and abscesses
have been replaced
by a gut and a grudge,
and a binge
hovers over me
like flies on another
fuck-less night.

Can't wait for year two.

What a fucking party
that'll be.

At least the flies will still be there.

It'll give something to kill
other than myself.

So while I sit around and wait
for that magnificent
benchmark
I'll keep writing these
dead poems

no one will read
nor care about
nor think about,

not even me.

Also by Steven Hoadley on SoMa Literary Review:

The Life and Daily Death of Sam Mackie

Episode One: Thoroughly Bad James

Episode Two: Even Jesus Farted
Episode Three: A Love Story

Episode Four: Dave's Dementia

Episode Five: The Last Straw

Bedtime, Barbra Streisand can Shove Her Memories up Her Ass,
A Midnight Poem That Had to be Written Before Sleep Could Be Had, One Year,
Sunday Morning Coffee, The Rejection, A Reason to Move, The San Ramon War Protest, 86'd Again, Youth, Denny's, Karma, Suffering of an Idiot & Poem for all Western Civilization