WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU

A body becomes a prison like
that. Certain chemicals cast
spells in correct quantities. You
don’t believe in ghosts – Well,
you’ve never met my dad.

A bad idea is blossoming
somewhere under your skull.
You want to bend me
backwards & snap me shut.

What is left you will tie with ribbon
leave by the front door.
                       Tear the skin from the flesh.
                       Tear the flesh from the bone.

Look after your
mom, babe. Look after her now.

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