One of Many Vices
I quit smoking pot.
For twelve years I rolled
a few joints a day.
I fantasized about endless motivation,
of cleanliness and doing dishes
right after I was done with them.
I imagined getting right on the job hunt,
and not eating pizza in bed, no way
could a man unstoned watch nine hours
of the Simpsons in a day.
It turns out I can,
and pot wasn’t the problem,
it was just me.