A collapse I am ready for.
Time-lapsed text message arrives: “Sweet” —
that’s it for now. Purchase new bed-linens
like we’re indeposable. “When did you
start liking him anyway?” That was the
nonsense part. His films, “I’m nobody,
fucking jumpy with loud noises, man!”
Stomach sunk shaving his head
reaching down into the hole
may release inhibitions. Is our
economy collapsing like pancakes
makes me want to gag too.
