I want it because I don’t know how
not to want it. Though I didn’t have
the aching need to fill the crave years ago
before I gave myself over to it. I did

to replace you, your touch and your
love because I was too weak to stand on
my own. And now I’m fighting against
the want. And it feels like running against

the wind. And I’m fatiguing. Ready to
collapse. And all those years that’ve elapsed
I can’t get back. And all I need is a jack to
lift this old flat. Got one?