Contraband

I am weak, and I have needs

The world has changed so much so quickly
and unable to cope with shortages
in this end of days

I go to my adobe
Open storage containers I haven’t looked at for months
pulling things I don’t care about one by one
increasing illicit as I slouch towards the bottom

I retrieve
Like a crime
a lone bottle of Lysol Spray

 
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