I consume enough coffee
to **** a horse
in about a week.

I hunch over
more than L
from Death Note.

I sleep
but it feels like
I don't.

As today,
I can tell you the layout
of Spyro
as if it were the back
of my hand.

I currently live by
homemade trail mix,
leg lifts and walking on a treadmill.

There is a crazy
11 year old boy
yelling in my ear
with nice hair.

My boyfriend's mind
is wrapped within
artificial life
his head might as well
reside inside a
fish tank.

With one week gone,
my face drooping
as the light from
the television
glistens off my iris.

I see static
on a screen,
I feel it
in my hair
and I realize I've been
sitting here for 20 minutes.

I don't know where this is going.