I stepped in vomit today
it oozed between my toes

I write this because

it’s not everyday you step
in your own filth

wait, actually
it is




THE GREASE IN THE EMPTY PIZZA BOX

I feel awful
the day is putrid

greasy pizza box
condom wrapper on the floor

last night was champagne moonlight
today the sun is a hangover

I don’t think anymore
I just react
like the squirrel on the deck
when I open the door
I run for my life

I’m tired of it
I’d like to just get it over with
my death could just be like
jumping into cold water

but I remain
I sustain
I don’t know why

I’m lying here on this unmade bed
crushed under
the weight of these words