i carefully chew and swallow my pasta
so i don’t choke. (yum)
now i lay in bed in the dark
with my hands covering my eyes singing
a song about the fire of perfect forgiveness
god, why are my outsides obliterated
when my insides are so normal?
or better yet, untouched!
i don’t want revenge
or a better car than my neighbor.
bless me with a brain injury
