drivel

notes on addiction or, my lover's cigarettes
the humanizing taste. the other thing you reach for in the morning. the streak that needs to be reaching for something. an addiction hole. a go-to. when you quit the one thing, it just manifests elsewhere. a panacea that lies, a sinister beauty, a spreading stain, a responsibility that rides, the inanimate entity to which we make our apologies. oh, meat! repent your soul on this.



kafka, who takes the rotten plant and pulls it up to present the swollen white roots with their scrawny tips, clods of dirt and worms falling away. and he pulls it apart and spreads it on our faces and mouths, he chews it and spits it at us, he says:
this is the heaven you're building.