I didn't mean to write this, really, but poetry breeds poetry in a way. In fact, there is an entire magazine dedicated to referring poetry from other materials. After posting the poem I posted yesterday, this came to me. Maybe you'll enjoy it, too.
I see the way you look at me
Swinging a left hook at me
With your eyes.
What does he know of addiction?
And admitting in this statement
That you know I know of addiction--
Which means that you, too, know of it.
In your accusation,
It's not that you wonder how I know;
It's that my admittance made you admit.
I am too.
(we're both human)