i hear her swallowing pills in the other room, my door is open and i
am naked sitting on my bed, too blitzed to move, paralyzed by the
noise of the neighbors, men and children, an unholy divorce court.
celluar detriment shifts, sifting through porous cesspools, and i am
nostalgic for video game landscapes. i miss getting mushrooms on
my pizza, cartoons six times a week… i’m sick of the mess but what
else is left but for blame?