the truth is that when you're suicidally unhappy
words
twist and **** and grind deep in your throat like a virus
switch
still can't swallow?
but it's easier to breathe
speak and dance and skip high on toes
my back is itchy
scratch
wallow in the op shop blanket soaked and dried in the sun until crisp
sharp
beautifully worn
comfortable
solitude binding
i'm going to share my blanket with you tonight
my water bottle
my hot water bottle
fever has turned to cool
like toes under the ice water dripping from the down pipe on a stinking hot day in the reflection of the red
dirt
i too
am confused