#08-05-19

revealing, unveiling

the wicked lumps buried underneath

underneath skin, and

skin, and

skin.

here i am, swallowing

disappearing, devouring

the invisible crops harvested yesterday

yesterday was all work, and

work, and

work.

i kneel, and you like to watch

watch me kneel and sob and plead

pleading for freedom, for naivety

for blissful ignorance, but

i already know

too much.

i rock back on my heels and

try (fruitlessly) to draw air in,

trying to let the air out,

but my lungs rattle and wheeze

bittersweet smoke breaks, and

a mind occupied by a tangible,

a hungry