I cut into chicken parm, a massacre with fancy china.
A crusty napkin blots my eyes, wipes the juice
that drips from my mouth. Beyond the curtains,
car tires lead a small river from the rising puddles
on the concrete. Stupid ******* brain cells drawing pictures
in my mind; cats cradle between the memories and the now.
fourth of july neurons going crazy in my skull
spitting rain and crashing thunder down my cheeks.