Addiction is No Longer a Question

6:43 a.m.
8 blocks to go.
too many buses on dark slick streets riddled with hidden cracks, puddles, and metal.
little track bike decked with too few lights using last year's waning batteries.
little me on top, eyeglasses dripping rainwater.
one hand guiding the handlebars.
the other hand clutching the morning's prize: a peet's latte.

such risk when Starbucks is only a one block walk from work? hell yes.