January 19

Addicted

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At the slightest hint of discomfort

I grasp desperately for the remedy

Hidden deep in a pocket or bag.

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Oh the relief when I find it,

The slow twist of the oily tube

At the slightest hint of discomfort.

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Bracing winds, gentle breezes, dry office air

Fissuring of skin and cracking smile

I grasp desperately for the remedy.

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Desperation due to desiccation

Panic sets in when it eludes me

Hidden deep in a pocket or bag.

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(A cascade poem)