(I remember one girl.)
I remember one girl.
She chewed her food well.
She decimated and destroyed
before digesting.
I suck down, swallow
and allow every afterthought,
all uncooked grain
stow & stew below.
I loose my sight by the second.
I loose my hearing by the hour.
I loose my teeth by the day.
I believe her haircut.
It suits, and spins me.
Certain perfection shatters.
I cannot write a single sentence for myself.
Every spilt word is meant to be heard.
Every stain is someone else’s,
always given away.