Poetry / Bean

I really love the style of your writing, the way that some of the lines read like list being rambled off in someone’s mind.  Something about this poem strikes me as Southern, though I don’t know where you live. It has some of that melancholy and longing associated with Southern music.  Similar to the works of Poppy Z. Brite, which have the same sense of sadness and are set in New Orleans and North Carolina.  

This poem also has a bit of confusion in it, which matches the theme of drug abuse perfectly.  The narrator/writer is lost as to how to show his/her emotions to the person on drugs.  He/ She obviously tries to be hard, to put on a brave face—never letting her see him cry or betray the emotions he is feeling.  

I most love the lines
“Passion like hers
doesn’t flicker
in the dead”

It kind of implies that the woman is using drugs as a way to express her emotions.  She is so passionate about things, so full of energy, that the only time she can live all of that is while she is high.  
        
Overall, this is a very beautiful poem that is able to capture the emotions of the people involved perfectly.  Keep up the great work.  I look forward to reading more from you.