A recovering addict
so easy, tricky
yes instead of no
gulp, guilt
every single second
every waking hour
angst
now silky smooth
warm, fuzzy
drunk
a single drink or sniff
any thing
that might
make things
actually worse
but now I can talk, feel, look and walk down the stairs
to that human lobby
a lobbyist
thinking of everyone else ahead
of her time
so,
no complete self
nor stoic
freaky fragile nerves
wait, I haven’t had a single drink (or sniff) in seven days and every hour feels like
shouldn’t couldn’t why wouldn’t I? anything that might get me off this heavy body
this heavy life, stone
easy talk easy walk, I get you living on the streets,
I really do
what I don’t
is staying sober.