Addiction. No. 45.

Before you know it, the first thing you do is pick up
your ipad, it's by the bed for Christsake.
You turn it on, hoping, waiting for a hit.
You see you have some responses, your heart jumps a little.
Relief, a droplet of joy, the anticipation of a tussle.
You scan the words, looking for a weakness, a space
you can fill with your letters, which used cleverly
will crush your opponent. And make them cry.
A lot.

Then it starts all over again.
God help me.

Still, at least I've stopped injecting heroin into my scrotum.