addiction
hot red knife,
cuts me with this brazen look
of a thousand times no and a million times yes.
incandescent energy diffuses into the air
irradiating the glass filled with amber and a capstone of sud.
i lay in sloth
as granules of perspiration roll down my cheek
breathing life to the dirt that collects on my feet.
i have entrusted my fingers with the duty of heating the knife
till the smoke absorbs the air from me.
till the water evaporates,
and there is no more use for the knife.
will i ever say no
for the thousand and oneth time
i will say yes,
for the second last time.
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