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[Step 1: Admission]
Hi, My name is Yolanda.
I’m a write-a-holic.
I can’t control it, can’t restrain
the urge to write.
I need help.
I want my life back.

[Step Two: Commitment]
I write stories or poems on fast food napkins,
with toothpicks, using tomato sauce for ink.
I write ideas for future blog posts
on my ashy arms and legs. When I run out of space,
I use my shoes.
I make motions
similar to Michael Jackson’s moonwalk
when I need to erase.

I make up stories
while imagining myself making love to my crush.
That bitch’s got a man now. But who needs her?
She was suffocating my creativity, anyway.

I await comments after posts
like an addict, hands trembling,
head shaking in disbelief.
Not another bout with rejection!
I’m bipolar.
I’m happy to be here.
No I’m not.

I live for revision.
Instead of sex, I have words.
I eat feedback.

[Step 3: Satisfaction]
As a recovering write-a-holic,
admitting my problem
has provided a much needed emotional release.
Joining this support group has
taught me to reconcile my past
and move forward.

(Excuse me, you with the blue t-shirt,
are you going to throw away that paper cup?
That’s good paper!)

by King Yobho…


Posted by on September 27, 2015 in Uncategorized


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