twelve steps

i've gone twenty
four hours without
a pastry and i'm
shaking, trembling,
look at my hands,
i'm salivating
right now over a
web site called
epicurious dot
com, the bakery
centerfold page.
there is a cake
the size of, well,
a cake, and people
are eating it,
their faces are
radiant with
pleasure. there is
icing dripping
off of their
forks, i have
my sponser on the
line and he is
trying to get me
off the ledge. all
i can think of right
now is biting into
a deep dark slice
of entenmman's
chocolate cake. he
keeps telling me
breathe in and out,
to focus, to let
it go, just let
it go, but all i
can think about
are cupcakes, of
scones, of angel
food cake and
cookie dough. it's
going to be a long,
long night.