touch the ground.

These days, I have something in common with the shredded cabbage in your coleslaw.

And eating isn’t a refuge.
Sleeping is torture.
My body misses you and sometimes
I realize it.
But my mind craves, needs you
like oxygen.

and
I think I’m bleeding.
I think I lost a lot of blood
that other day.
I think I’m ready
for a breakdown.

and the rain I am hoping for
never came.
Even sweet corn wouldn’t make me
smile today.
Even sex wouldn’t.

I think it would just depress me.

But what’s beyond depression
anyway.