blow up my ego with helium
let me go when my head gets too big
and watch me exhale into the wind.

Afterthought
Aftershocks
I am not.
Nevermore
Neverever
No I'm not.
Leftovers
Left brained
No more.

Slowly, slowly pull me apart
And put me in a stew.

Her lack of self-restraint was a conscious decision to be self-destructive.
She sought a reaction that would produce the attention she fed on like a greedy infant noshing on dimpled knuckles with a mouthful of swollen gums.

She preferred cassette tapes to records “just because.”
She liked long, drawn out silences.
She enjoyed the way crumbs gathered at both corners of her mouth as she devoured a box of strawberry Poptarts.

At any given moment it was quite likely that her tongue was rattling behind her teeth, that she wasn’t wearing a bra, that she was falling in love with a fictional book character; perhaps even doing all three simultaneously.

My fears seem legitimate in the expanse of my mind
But I'm so preoccupied by their irrationality that I forget to fear rational things
Like aimless wandering
And death.

Not many things are as satisfying
As peeing when you're drunk.
What a rush.

I always realize how lightheaded I am
And that makes me laugh.

Then it's back to the kitchen to replenish
My body's alcohol supply.

We’ll grow up and forget the ways we used to be.
What it was like to be a child altogether.
We’ll forget that we kissed with our eyes open because no one had ever told us not to.

I’m lying in fetal position, the bed is the womb.
I am nothing.
I do not exist yet.
I practice breathing.
Sharp in and out breaths.
Growing calmer. More fluid.
I feel myself forming, taking shape.
I do not exist yet.
In out in out in out in out in out.
I move oxygen. I stir the air.