Re(medi)ality

I watched you take yourself off nicotine,
abruptly and without a backward slip.
I witnessed when you altered your routine,
eliminating alcohol with grace.
It’s true your sister tried to intervene;
a few of us made comments that you heard.
But you cold-turkey quit. What do you mean
to now assert nobody can self-whip
addiction? Recollect how you got clean.

(Magic 9)

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