I ignore the pain, pretend
self-immolation of my brain
is normalcy. Well, normal
for the me I’ve been
the past 10 years.
Oh no, that’s not an icepick
sticking out from front
and back, it’s just
the hat I wear. How chic.
I don’t go out, the sun
too bright, the trees
too loud, I’ll try
again tomorrow.
Of course, there’s nothing
wrong with me, I’m
simply chronically
crazy.
published in The Interstitial
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