Tuesday, January 26, 2016

922. Mustard

The mustard stain on my shirt is dry now.
It flakes under a fingernail, redrawing its filthy geography.
My eyes are drawn to it like I expect it to deal with itself.
But it doesn't and I am a mess.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

921. First world problems

"More than most" is a phrase I'm chewing on.
I'm working it around like shoe leather steak trying to make it make sense.
I know it applies to me.
But, I don't want to try and believe it.