“Her nights are full of the red teeth of death”
– Jim Harrison
Jim? Jimmer? We need to talk.
Enough with the death.
“Her nights are full of teeth-staining red wine,
Her smile drunk to the devil’s own lees”
Or such. Nice, right? No death.
This is an intervention Jim.
Going to get you some dream rehab.
Some art therapy.
Make your mom some metaphor ashtrays
and popsicle-stick poems.
They don’t make Narcan for your problem Jim.
Might not be a next time.
qbit 
I do not know of Jim Harrison but…this is an excellent poem just n is own!
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Thank you! I wasn’t sure how well it was going to work, glad you liked it.
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I liked it muchly!
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OMG! Love the humor.
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LOL! Thanks! I had absolutely no idea what else to do.
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So creative.
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Hahaha!!! I wrote a rant directly to Harrison last year, but it was about water. This is great!!!
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Hahaha! Desperation is the deathstar of invention. Or something.
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Oh, I laughed! Might be more than one intervention needed if Jilly keeps giving us such traumatic quotes.
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Hahahs! Yes!
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