into empty nothingness. I’m not
anything but vast plains of
dried grain. I’m a desert. I used
to be a fruit bowl. But now I’m a
dust bowl. There is no life here
at all. I drink myself into
dehydration. It’s just a matter
of time before incarceration. I wish
I could say I’m made of what I do –
yesterday it was real calf-fur boots
New Balance sneakers, and a couple
bottles of *****.