Addictions are accidental
Nobody sets off
To be an addict
We all know it ends badly
And yet
So many of us start
Foolishly
Maybe addictions
Can’t possibly be
Accidental
You’ve gotta work at getting addicted
And pay at it, too
I’ve never seen an addict
Who didn’t know what they were
Getting into

I could get preachy
About cleaning out the trash
But it’s not my garbage
And nobody here is mess-free
Including me

I am at a magic “show”
Predictable and boring
With the audience somehow transfixed
I cannot leave
I becomes a we
Stuck in the magic show
So many still believe

I long to speak to your soul
And inspire you
To inspire me
Spark
Sustained
Mostly by me
And someone I think
You might be

Some days it’s more
When it’s little things
Sometimes same
Sometimes new
Sometimes new within the same
Teeny moments added
In
To become
Everything

To keep the peace
I let you have a piece
And you kept that, too
It wasn’t worth the argument
To proclaim it didn’t really belong to you
For all your posturing delusions
I’m pretty sure you knew it, too

I know you
And your people
I know your hearts
Your souls
Y’all never have to work at being better
Which is why it is disbelieved
That you’re equal
But mark my words
When you are invited to the table
You will share
With all in need
Whether tribe or stranger be
You will share with all in need
And you will do it happily
And this must be
Your superiority