hot cakes

i forget sometimes, what

it means to be human

i

don’t think there’s some deep meaning to

find, to search for like the

coins in my purse when we were a dollar

short at McDonalds at 5 am. that was

life or death,

but don’t tempt me with death.

i guess this is why you drive, not me.

i

dismiss life, but

not you. you’ve

always said you were a visual learner.

you look at me while i shower eat undress walk sit

breathe

and it makes me feel, at least for a little while,

not entirely dead.