Addiction

By Cheryl Julia

                                 You are you are you are
a warm gun smoking Sweet Aftons
and looking so damn pleased with
yourself.

                                 You are you are you are
the eye of a needle through
which I thread myself, body
and bones. Oh darling,

                                 you are you are you are
the pivot on which I swing,
the point I become unhinged,
and even as

                                 you are you are you are
scoring me with lines of synthetic
euphoria and pulsing through my veins
in shades of purple haze,

                                 you are you are you are
staple-gunning velvet and nailing
crosses on to cheap plywood coffins,
one of which bears my name.

                                 You are you are you are
the reason these hands tremble,
and this skin cracks, and
the reason that

                                 I am I am I am
merely outraged flesh. But
I am still here because
when I am with you, I

                                 levitate.

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