It’s
twelve steps to walk away, gods grant me the legs
but the
room is spinning and your hands are shaking
there’s a deep
creeping feeling clawing up my throat
I choke up, you’re
under my skin, under my nerves
crawling through my veins
I must be insane, craving
you. This addiction, this
reckless need, everything
I’m starving for but nothing
that will feed. Did you
get your fix? Your lips, like hail white
chemical lines
your heavy fingers, slow churning in-
side my spine
but you’re under my skin and under my
nerves, I
can’t even feel you anymore and baby
it’s
twelve steps to walk away, gods please grant me the legs.
structure note: 12 stanzas, 12 syllables per, each line pulling one from the last to reach the full 12 steps.
