science and cereal make my brain big
words and the moon put me to sleep
when it thunders, my mind and body don't feel so separate
I am something I can't describe
i still don't want the pig that wants to be eaten
i want to eat you and Him and Her
sometimes my brain knows what i am going to do before i know it
but I can find it
I can find myself when
my eyes turn into swirls
and each strand of this pale brown hair becomes a singing serpent
Life Feels Weird