the latest work in progress

Without proper nutrients things tend to die

I’m halved–
laughing until I spit and sputter.
Slip dress and a bottle of scotch
a black and blue drip.

I write self-indulgent stories,
and drunken texts.
Tasting salt

Is everything ok with you?
Shit shit shit
Too much spilling.
I’m tucking entrails in.
Must find a proper adhesive.

You’re typed lines and organic animal friendly product.
I’m dirty fingernails and ripped pieces of paper.

I want to fold our distance like a map,
show up with my life in order
Pay for my own coffee…

But I have this bag here that’s bursting at the seams
and no where to check it in.