Packets of yeast burgle my stereo,

hock my silverware at the pawn shop.

You can find them nodding off at Mass and Cass

in an alley littered with burnt spoons

and dirty needles, costing the city thousands at the ER.

Drug court diverts them to NA

where they drink bad coffee

sitting on folding chairs

in a church basement

as Fleishman’s and Red Star

say to let go and let God

Jon Wesick has written over a million words in poems, short stories, and novels. Hundreds of his works have appeared in journals such as the I-70 Review, New Verse News, Paterson Literary Review, and Unlikely Stories Mark V. He is a regional editor of the San Diego Poetry Annual and host of the Gelato East Fiction Open Mic. His latest book, Reductio Ad Absurdum, is a collection of parodies. He lives in Manchester, New Hampshire and longs for gene editing to bring giant wombats back from extinction.