Don’t You Dare Act Up!
Drinking a lemon zinger
in this tight-ass box
I wonder what’s
so wrong with
living the life
of an escape
artist.
Escape artist.
Escarpment.
Odd, these
memories,
how they
labyrinth
at twilight.
So at odds
with feeling
[Vertigo.
Escargot.]
so high the
entire time.
Check myself
in the mirror. The
enormous salad
I’m going to
eat in an hour.
