Sage Poem by Eli MorenoDrew

Girl

You better have sage on hand

Because I will haunt you

Until you come back for seconds

or fourteenths.

I will be the drug

You never knew you were addicted to.

You'll get those panic attacks

Late at night

Like former smokers get when they walk into

smoke-filled bars and smoke-shops.

You won't get by,

You'll need me

Crave me, even.

And I'll be in bed

Jerking off

Dying to be inside of you,

not knowing that I already am.

But I will haunt you.

That is certain,

unlike you.