Each evening, I creak a little louder, reverberation
Of bones grinding to process my sins & by sin
I don’t agree with your grandmother, meaning
Instead moments which disconnect from the flow
Of the whole, this one chance to string together
Matter, mattering. So, I admit it, in 2005 I watched
That rollerblader suck down a can of Dr. Pepper
Seconds after it inhaled a minor swarm of bees
& I heaved no try to warn. At least twelve times
This year I stepped on an insect moseying along
Its merry bug way. Just last night, a ghost stared
& you best believe, I stared back. More than once
I have gone utterly mad, whatever you picture, yeah
Picture that. Just last night, I followed my cousin
On OnlyFans for twenty-two minutes. The world
Revolves around the sun, I know this, but sometimes
I forget, sometimes I assume it is I what causes it
To not drift off into another galaxy. I am sorry
I punched you at my birthday party. I am sorry
I punched you on our camping trip. I am sorry
I fell down & couldn’t get up for like a whole
Decade. Still, my beloved places dead batteries
On the counter to be properly disposed. I stroll by
& flick them into the garbage can without a second
Thought. Each morning I wake, convinced I am
Temporary emotional vapor, a wind you can’t crease.