Looking to have a meal

that drips down my elbows

into my soul

Messy juicy life

We say

the winter was too long

and summer left with drops of blood

donated to mosquitoes

We say and say

But how does it make you feel

to burn the stove 11 minutes

into August

Our whole lives 

are just

funicular cars

Stay on Polar track

keep moving

Sometimes something so traumatic happens that you lose all fear of life and death. This new stage I'll call My Adulthood. Calmness becomes so grand that victimhood and judgement are transforming, changing the shape of my eyes.

All the things

that need to be done

are nervously smoking 

watching me live without them

today