You ate a spiderweb with morning coffee
and the victim is wrapped inside
your throat you’re mourning him/her
and yourself of course a part
of the daily routine to make sure
you’re still alive by almost accidentally
killing yourself. Then in the afternoon
you smeared glitter all over your part skinny
part chubby body you did it on purpose
you hate it it’s artificial but you look pretty
right? You’ve gotten past the self-conscious age
you forget that other humans exist the people around
are just representations like the internet.
And you’re a materialist you’re comfortable
with nothingness. You’re going to raise a family
in spite of nihilism so that your children’s children’s
children will know nothing of you until one day
when they’ll ask a Mormon to help remember
for some inane reason and all you’ll be is some
census data released a century later.
So drink/smoke/toke/pray up while you still can.