11/29/2015

I haven't eaten in three days.
The enamel sticks to the pearl and strips away

swift current of stomach acid
throwing up something I don't
have,

rejecting something I don't have,
clear puddle
that seems like an extension of
saliva

I wish I wasn't a coward,
and I sure as hell wish I was
a person

But it doesn't work,
never does and never did
I stare at the bowl
blood mixes in

it's pink now
and foamy
if I didn't know any better I'd say

It looked like shorefoam
across the banks of an African lake.