It’s not unreasonable to consider replacing my skull with a
microwave.
Power 10.
Wrapping my brain in tin foil.
Setting it for life.
After I’m done,
I will show you how to fake a smile.
How to trick people into thinking you’re a kind-hearted happy person,
When you actually are a total shithead.
Or maybe in actuality, you are a combination of the two,
And that’s what bothers you/me the most: not having a definition.
So you and me artificially inseminate ourselves with opiates
Through our left nasal passage
And lay back into navy blue couch cushions and throw pillows,
Listening to the same thoughts on repeat for the rest of the
night.
Not doing anything important.
Never doing anything important.
“We can make it through this.”
What’s left unspoken between us is:
“Maybe we won’t.”
