The First Step

My head is quite turned by books. 

Sobriety has no meaning between 

Sheets and lines. Sometimes I souse myself 

Eight or ten hours a day.

Maximum my legal limit is 4 total possession 

Lying, crafty my addiction looks for ways 

To feed. Hidden titles lurk secreted inside 

My mattress. More stuffed in the crevice 

Between iron bunk and the wall of my cell. 

Word stash heady inebriates me. 

Top shelf bard 150 proof 

Paley, Collins, and Plath. 

My habits are unbreakable. 

Never will I admit there is a problem.