The Addict

As published in Waldorf College’s Crusader, Spring 2012, Volume 5

The Addict

I ate the apple

I left the garden.

Blame me.

But I’m sorry.

I will stop.

I will sit here until I forget

why I’m waiting

and who I’m waiting for.

The needles left only scars

the scars are fading

I stopped this time I promise.

My blue skin, transparent will gain color

eventually.

But I’m sorry.

I will stop.

I will rest on this blue plastic seat

wrinkled from use

rusted along the sliver edges

cracked from the cold.

I will wait years for you.

Spinning in circles

watching the cars go by.

Hundreds of coffees

black with three packets of sugar.

Caffeine to fuel my new addiction.

Perhaps you will find me

smelling like greasy bacon

fried hamburgers, stale milk.

Maybe you will recognize my face

my puffy eyes, shaking fingers.

I ate the apple

I left the garden.

Blame me.

But I’m sorry.

I will stop.

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