Withdrawal
Yes, it is in the core muscles I think
Where I feel the withdrawal
The deep craving
I WANT EMAIL
I knew I was addicted
I'm a checker
Wondering where I can get a fix
I have no connection here
It is a kind of loneliness.
brushing my hair

It must look terrible
I once remember my mother-in-law
Chasing me out of the house
In the morning
Wielding a hairbrush by the garage door
As I was leaving for work
Leyla's voice sugar-sweet
"Can I brush your hair?"
Same goal, different tools
Helping me be beautiful
I am performing tonight
I regret letting her do it
I don't like it
Usually I avoid brushing it
Until the very last minute
In the car on the way to work
Sharon and Betty execute a two-point press on me
Since I am performing
They see it needs to be brushed
I refuse
I like it this way
My hair doesn't like to be brushed
But he says no, it's that
I don't like to brush it
Brushing hides the wild beauty
Makes me socially acceptable
It's an outward sign I'm willing to conform
Make myself what others expect or want
Today in O'Hare I have not brushed it
I am wild
Watch out!