like a good lil pup

Sometimes, 8 minutes before 

your client call starts

you see your picture. 

The one where your hat is backward

and you're licking your best friend’s forehead

like a good lil pup.

And you cry

because your best friend 

is dead,

and your 

whole world is different,

from that pale yellow joy of that day-

where your hat was backward

and you licked your best friend’s forehead

like a good lil pup.

Hard as bone

Hard as bone

Sometimes. I can feel like the bones of my skeleton 
Are this close
to pushing right through my skin
Erupting outward, a firework of red spray and 
pink spaghetti noodle sinew hiding 
just a glimpse of white I guess, 
i’m not really sure what living bone looks like

But it doesn’t matter
its not my bones 
its not my skin 
And the fireworks arent blood 
or tendons snapping to burst
Just thoughts
yellowed, worn, weatherd, 
nasty thoughts as hard as bone.