Fried chicken and chocolate cake.  They taste like donuts.  In space.  If you want to have fun, come with us.  Tell the waitress it’s Vagina Day and watch her tattoos melt off her body. It’s a way you can see.  It takes a village. A village populated by villagers.  Villagers hungry.  Helmet-haired wives.  New sinks. Yesterday I pulled every hangnail off my body using my teeth.  A new system for drawing blood.  High heeled shoes that continue not going anywhere.  A leather couch that doesn’t want me anymore.  Ryan Gosling should have a thing for me.  Life is unfair when it should be topsy-turvy.  I am one day away from desperate measures.  Do you know how I know I am safe?  I see you are at a tattered faraway place.  I breathe a little easier.  I stop looking over my shoulder.  I like to know what to expect.  The thin of my skin.  A wayward son.  How the laundry loads will be lighter now.  How you always pay me no attention until you do.   Do me a favor.  Tell me how good I am every day.  A yellow wall behind me, no lightbulbs.  My feet wrapped in cotton.  Dog blood.  A semi-circle of cops is a place I want to walk into.  Skim of my teeth.  Wherewithal to have the wherewithal to have the wherewithal.  I am a balancing act.  You should see me dance.  It’s the saddest thing you will ever see.  When you hold me I will take everything out of you.  You are a library.  Fried chicken and chocolate cake is a shame in my living room.  My body is wrong getting wronger.  A runaway train.  I liked a black lady yesterday.  She reminded me of my mom and my mom’s friends.  My mom got drunk.  I wish things didn’t happen sometimes.  Replace got with izza. No.  I want things to change and I want things to not be real.  Sleeping is sometimes better than awaking.  Lonely is the night is a song by billy squire.  Half the good rock stars are dead.  My dad is football.  Planes take people away sometimes.  Half sentences are fine right now.  Random words.  I am ugly. Do not expect more. Pay less.  I will boil eggs today.  I will feel scared.  I like to count on things.  Squirrels and birds.  My diaphragm.  What the fuck with this noise against the walls.  Nature is revolting.  They are coming through the walls.  If I try and stop them maybe I can be brave.  I would never throw away 60,000 words like some people can.  Everyone is better than me.  Do not think I am anything because I am not. I am nothing.  A smear.  I made the coffee too weak this morning.  See?