You made my pain disappear.

And I, after.

It held me together like a twine.

- I fall to straw pieces.

I’ve got nothing else on my card

miserable blank on my personal resume.

I get gone to find me,

when I am a waste.

I have no anger

like a wet pile of hay.

The source of my power

is only my muscles.

My brain cells saved me.

Word on my retina. My fingertips move.

My hunger attacks me.

And you, eventually.

The realness escaped me turned on me.

I drink Jameson and it burns my lips.

I dream of scream and tears.

I fear.

The world tires me.

I am flat.