twitchy mouth, drool puddles, ash-white chin, eyes averted, choking on myself. choking on alphabet soup and elementary whispers choking on breath as retched as the maggot-filled dirt my mother soaks in.

want to kneel, want to have something to kneel to – but jelly knees match jelly face. so bouncy if you punched the solar-freckled cheek, the attack would flip flop flip flop off me.

but no one wants to do me that favor. no one cares enough to that that burden.

so i carve ice-breakers into my thighs. i bleed out: one thing about me, never have i ever, a/s/l…

one turns to seven, is seven different than six? eight to seven? 7-ate-9 10 of spades – the problem card?

eh. learning some new words, neither testament nor dictionary. looking at the sun with empty eye-sockets! something-something-oh that’s what everyone means-something