Life is an addiction. Poetry
Is an addiction, an itch you can’t
Scratch, and narrative, naturally,
Is lurking as your next addiction,
The stronger stuff, hallucinogen,
The itch that will make you try to scratch
Your eyes out, at which point you’ll be back
To hanging by your first addiction,
Life, also an itch you can’t—stop! Stop!
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