smiling through the pain is the worst variation of insane but no one would understand if i told them my brain is fading, breaking, existentially ever-craving so instead i keep it all inside my mind, buzzkill benign.
AND, ill live life living as though we weren’t all born to die.

savory buttered golden,
on sweet potato bread

drips
make a figure eight on my thigh
I wish you'd lick it off.
I want to live in your eyes.

skirt pulled up to my chest
but your phones gone dead.