Outside the Methadone Clinic

Outside the Methadone Clinic

A Poem by Patrick MacGill Synan

She won’t make it today; she knows
but still scratches in the console
for quarters

backhands the little b***h
in the backseat. Her buckle won’t
come loose.

Death, vending loosies
in the entrance says,
babe
a dime’ll do

I didn’t make it today neither,

and then hobbles over to the exit
and the crowds pass.

Getting sick, she watches him
getting sick, and the snug rest
calmly counting bus change.

© 2012 Patrick MacGill Synan


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Patrick MacGill Synan
Patrick MacGill Synan

Manchester, NH



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My name is Patrick. I was introduced to poetry this year by way of a creative writing course at UNH-Manchester, and now it has become a little game for me. I was very fortunate to find myself surr.. more..

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