The rice cooker broke
because I turned it on
with no rice inside to cook
And its empty clay
couldn't take the heat all alone
So it just cracked, all spiderweb
Almost pretty.  Useless.
And I hated myself for that.
I felt pretty useless for that.

What's funny,
I think it's funny,
I want to think it's funny,
is that it's been years
but I remember, and I still,
and I am still pretty useless for that.

Once Upon A Time
Pressure cooking was exciting
It was Hot,
It was Tense,
Leading tone to tonic
Tugging me towards...

But I'm bored with that now.
I'm bored of stress.
      (but I'm stressed when I'm bored.)

I'll just go to sleep.

And in the morning

I'll remember to add rice.

I've got this ball inside my stomach
I've got my breathing rhythm so high
I've got giddiness, like I'm going to die
I've got the heart, like it's having an attack.

I'm trying so hard, and I speak too fast...
So, I'm creating trouble, and I'd like to be careful
I'm not mean, always trying to be respectful.
But who am I, trying to change the past ?

Even when I know I'm not alone,
I can't stop thinking I'll be left
And I'll be lying down, bereft.
I'm broken as ****, it will be known