my mind was
saturated with
fuzz, and i felt
it was going to
combust. i could
see that static
and the battle between
“black and white ants”
i often see on my
malfunctioning television
screen. i heard
things that hurt my
mechanics. no applause,
no congratulatory
anythings, just curse
words and terms
that’d grant me
admission into a world
full of doubts,
hunger pains,
discombobulation,
ambiguity and
failing innards.
then she said
“i don’t miss you,
i miss the way i felt”,
and i said “fuck it”