I have been skipping meals lately
(I know it doesn’t look that way,
bear with me)
just to feel those little rodents
circle inside my stomach —
a little centrifuge, a little
child I could have had.
You remind me, sometimes, of a mirror —
(I’m sorry, I’m too afraid to continue
I don’t think hell is coming but
I don’t think this can be solved.
I want to talk about something
else now, this isn’t fun anymore.
It’s always love and money
and bodies with me, isn’t it?
Let me look at a parking lot
and see a bed of roses.
Nick Wort is feral and stupid and lonely. Follow him on Twitter @DollarTreeVegan