these things happen
and the bottle empties itself into an hourglass and that into a commode. today this is an itch. today this is me trying to get past my skin and crawl underneath a leaf.today this is me, pretending to know this is what i see ahead- a whole goddamned lifetime of the same dizzying mess and [...]
these things happen
and suddenly the snails are gone.
i need to sleep and stay like that.