I feel like I’m hurting my body really hard.
That’s your saving grace. No need to be offset
by it. Say a short prayer for your salad, walk
with me every morning to the gym, watch
Hulk, stretch, find someone online, 3am
(here at 4:10). Today, sunny, nice, with
a toothache, yes, you’re a surgery bleeder,
hehe, rapt attention. Split your asses,
morbid family, and marijuana. Try
to hear something that is just there,
almost there, an omnipresent echo
beating your boobs until you
wake up in the morning
with a mouth-ache. Work it out
with conversation and tongue depressers,
trade places, stick the depresser on somebody
else’s tongue, get inside of him, look around a little
til the Prozac kicks in.
