The Paradox

This is some sober people shit

I need a cigarette

Everywhere I go clean, a different kind of layered upon thickness

I see the shadowed silhouette,

Corseted shape,

Of escapism held here

Shifty eyes always searching for an exit

To know in the still of others’ silence,

I am an addict

I don’t crave it

Or you

I besiege myself, pleading

Make it stop

Though I don’t know for sure “what”

I don’t want more

But maybe I do

A slow burning awareness of need for what

Can, might, assist

Please help push

get me past

simplistic basics that you seem

to navigate with ease