a record of my sick days

what a sham
what a shame

i tore my sleeve
the bones are disappearing again

i'll give you what i think you like

glasses made out of mirrors

i wear the bad luck on my eyes
need a new pair every seven years

merry christmas
happy new year

i am thankful

checklist:
have a cookie
hate yourself
have more cookies

assign to everything a meaning
enroute to becoming meaningless

that is why you like stickers so much
and names and patterns and why and response
or no response

checklist:
be so scared
euthanize
apathize

checklist:
stare into space
fear what you see

repeat

checklist:
cry
sleep
eat

repeat

checklist:
fly or drown
grieve on land

repeat