3.28.14

2:24pm

my mom bought two angel food cakes

a key lime pie on monday and a second on friday

a package of oreos, some ice cream

two packages of keebler's, “fudge striped”

today she bought fried chicken

my father, brothers and I are worried about her

I gained five pounds

i'm not mad, I lay on my bed

watching the ceiling fan pendulate

while it spins

I feel double vision

applied to my innards:

there's the body here and

the reluctant personality

six feet behind it

my eyes are holes that work

like those cigarette-butt

receptacle things,

feed me ash 
calmly