walking back to my apartment at 3 in the morning
listening to the first Culture Club album.
holding my hand in front of my face.
i feel like i am becoming a spirit
i am seeing only flat colors,
filling my eyeballs with chlorinated water.
today
i am remembering things out of order:
almost crying at Steak N Shake.
being fifteen years old.
wanting to be possessed by a demon.
being close to dying from a toothbrush.
someone threw a piece of salt in my eye once.
being close to dying from a piece of hard cheese.