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Addiction



How do normal people



live without fill-in-the-blank



the thing that numbs you



the thing engulfs you until you no longer worry



about your own existence?







I get the urge every time



discomfort or uncertainty creep in







I read lists telling me of ways to cope,



but they are pale and weak



compared to the dark, seductive other







even poetry



with its sharpened tongue and precious praise,



seems empty.







Yet I keep writing



keep staining the page



because doing nothing is not an option.