ADDICTION

Standing in

a phone booth

The numbers 

sound the same

A dial tone

A breath

A touch

To hear your voice 

again

I want to RIP

 my clothes off

I want to

change my ways

I need to leave

I need to fly

I need to know

you understand

Standing in

a phone booth

my fingers 

do a dance

for a call

that doesn't come

I can see

through you

I can soar

above you

I can live

without you

Dabuoy