I am not the opiate

I am not the opiate

of myself

I need to be.

I am not an extract

from the rainforest

of my origin.

I am not enough

just to know this.

I do not want

a prescription,

a patch,

or a syringe for it.

Where is

the electrical switchbox

of it within me?

Autopilot seems

to intervene.

Nostalgia is

only a haunting.

No,

I can only repeat my lines.

I am not the opiate

of myself . . .

I need to be . . .