
Addiction
I stole cell phones/ That, I think, stood/ For communication with/ Family members.
I stole cell phones
That, I think, stood
For communication with
Family members. I stole
Their cell phones first, then I
Stole my principal-
Who-turned-to-paddle-
Me’s—cloning nightmares with flash-
Light shadow puppets in nap time—
Cell phone; my mother wouldn’t allow
Her. I never stole my mother
With respect to her
Needs, or my father’s, despite
Him using two: one for drugs and one too
For selling drugs; I like
To think the drugs were
Communicating in order
To obtain me, who was phony up to the ear
With no antenna, no matter
How many I stole and gave back.