I.
In that moment
of failure, you know
your cat will never walk
again. You might glance
your reflection in a window
and wonder, if only aloud,
how mysterious it is that
your shoes still fit.
And the next morning, the car
won't start - it never does.
You will remember that
at one point, the universe
didn't exist, you were
in your mother's womb
and nothing existed!
Every thought you
ever had about cleaning
vanishes! Your garden
is overgrown but
you don't care! And
your grandpa that died
last winter? What a saint!
II.
You chew your fingernails
clean off in a fit of ecstasy.
Your fingers are sausages.
Eat them right down
to the knuckles. Now cut
open your stomach. Watch
your fingers squirm like maggots
in the light. Crawl in there
and go to sleep. You are
the size of a thumb now,
something you have always
wanted. Tomorrow, there
will be hot breakfast, but for now,
there is nothing.
*Title from Modest Mouse
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