Maybe I’m Not Sick Anymore

“Do you have
A lighter?”

“no, I don’t
smoke.”

“no kidding?
you look like
you would.”

maybe,
I’ll take up
smoking.

“she’s so
‘hates herself’
beautiful…

i love
that
about her,”

they’d say.

I spit
Wherever
I want

Just like
The boys,

“My DNA
Deserves
to be
Everywhere.”

Chamomile tea
And body spritzer

A queen bee
Flys past me
To calm down.

This bird is Trapped in my Camera Frozen in Take-off Forever

the plant
extended itself
just slightly
towards the sun

to motion,

“hey, I
need more.”

maybe we all
have a way
of doing that

whether
cognizant
of our own
movement
or not.


a centipede
flew down from
the wood awning
fearlessly

then skittered
across
floor boards

in pursuit
of destination
building crevice
[pretending
it knew
just
where it 
was going]

maybe
we all
do that
too.

They Say

there’s always
an eye opening
moment
before sobriety.

The first time
for me was the
morning after
waking up

having dranken
from the tank my
miramo moss ball
was floating in.

i remember
drunk as fuck

lifting the
cold orb
into my palms

and pouring
its contents
down my throat

until it was
nearly
half empty.

it could
have been
poisonous.