When the water in the vase of my flowers is become thick and rancid
I will be drinking that I put whole eggs in the microwave for 7 8 9
minutes scrape the egg burst onto a bowl of rice. Nothing is too rich
for my blood I am unlearning how to be every year the sum total
of experiences in my life is less. I am watching my neighbours close
their curtains inch by inch I am experiencing psychic pain to a lesser
extent than my peers. I am pulling brain matter out through my nose
and flinging it off the balcony in the wind the wind is picking it
up and slapping the body-warm matter onto one poor soul walking
in the alley beneath my apartment I am getting naked in my windows
and smearing Vaseline all over my body I am eating roasted onions
day after day until my apartment smells like boiling pitch while
the onions are travelling through me morphing. I am using squeezed
out sausage casings as a ribbon in my hairs I am buying myself
irises for Valentine’s Day and cooking them down into a poison paste
smearing it on my thighs until they pussing and ulcering shed and my
new, shiny clean and pink legs grow in underneath.