i tried installing a shower drain in my sternum i texted like 10 surgeons each had some version of no nastiness will stick down there not just lotions in gummed up hair but ash and crumbs and smells too the fumes of jealousy will stain like wine and stripe the bones if any bleach in rage hits ammonia in fear youll be done then theres all the little things belly marbles of contempt ulcers of unread emails tonsil stones of regret might swallow too-small clothes that slip past the solar plexus where they’ll rot so bad you can’t forgive your parents youll need more pills one doctor said to block all nightmares at the neck youll want to cast your clavicle in false praise and cement he sent the scripts and that emoji w/ a zipper for a smile from another just screenshots of gauze 1. stuff down your esophagus 2. call ambulance for side effects i was recommended apple sauce i was referred to a psychiatrist i bought extensions for my spinal cord but got all tangled in the wires im stuck i decided ive got water on the tongue so i wrote im out of office packed a stethoscope and drove until i reached the thin horizon where in a haze of eucalyptus with the metal to my diaphram unanesthetized and mirrorless i held a needle to my center and my breath so i could listen past years of rust and mold i tore my own drain open
