Make me

dim-witted. One

of those days where

I can’t bare it—the hum

of madness. My belly wreaking

havoc up and down my spine,

intestines in a knot.

Garlic! Disgusting! or maybe

you called it gross & I called it

get me out of here.
A different morning: I’m spinning

sex between my fingers.

Cavorting with an old pillow

case hoping you’ll come along

and lift my top.
As a kid I would peel the skin

off of grapes with my two front teeth

and gently push the innards

into my cheek with my tongue

keeping it safe before coming

down on it with a hard chew. Pulpy

swallow & the great disappointment:

here was a truly valuable soft thing

that I had worked hard for

& didn’t know what to do with.