algebra

the choice of inscribing
chinese letter on the
back of my neck.
making my writing
line up on microsoft
word.
breathing when i'm
supposed to and eating
right.

the windex i use to
clean my desk is so
pugent i resist the
urge to vomit and my
nose hairs prickle.
i can remember the
words "i love you"
escaping your lips but
i believe they were in
spanish.
what is real these days?

......

my hair needs a trim
and my paycheck comes in
tomorrow
i have a slight crutch
because these pills are too much
to swallow
i go through the motions
but there's no devotion
from you
i try so much harder
but i can't be your martyr
this just won't come true

tell me you love me
i promise you'll trust me
but don't pull the thread
or you'll run out of breath
you're un-stitching me
you're ripping me
apart