Like a red carpet starlet
your life is the recipient
of prestigious heartache.
Feet careen
toward precipitous feelings.
Pulling the curtain before
you're ready for stage.
Another anonymous addiction creeps
into your daily thoughts.
Synapses grab hold running the reel
of endorphins and dopamine.
How many lies equals enough to keep you
awake? The sum, infinite.
The birch in the front yard lets go of frigid branches
to live, and you hold on to a love that will lose yours
and will be lost.
Why not bargain?
Your sleep for my goat and hardship.
We ate the apple together, remember?
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