April
Months late, I dive into my New Year's resolutions.
Promptly giving up sugar, caffeine, cigarettes, you.
Days, moments, seconds, minutes, hours pass
But even when I'm tired of will power, I manage
To hold back the cravings and call out a victory
Stomping angrily on budding grass and happy birds
I smoke in my sleep, visit past lives, then drink too much
And spend the next day penitent, doing spring cleaning.
Promptly giving up sugar, caffeine, cigarettes and you,
For the second time in as many weeks.
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