Dear Zooey, Dear Big Brother

Tonight, my muscles melted within my body.
I know its crazy.
But it happened.
I was laying there, all glassy eyed
void of thought and emotion
and before i knew it
my hair had turned to saran or kanekalon
and my fingers stuck together like when i played around with super glue.

it ripped my skin back then
but now,
I'm lying in the back of a plastic corvette.

Before a flutter of my eyelashes, I'd be breathing with the lungs I had.

Oh, I remember! I had organs!
and i heaved up vomit on to my toes!
trying to get to sleep
even though it lingered on me like hot sausage in Saint Petersburg
where they danced in the snow
with red hair and glitter that made me realize that all i needed to be alive
was things that hit my eyes
in a way that spread my corneas enough to transfer motion
from my retinas
back to my brain,
and down to my throat, until it finally touched my heart enough to make me jolt and crack a grin.

its been three days now Matron
three days in a row that i splintered by hands with acid as they scraped against
the dentures made of wood propelling us along.
three days
and you're giving up on me
fighting me
pinning me down with your pitchfork
until you think i'm good and dead;

oh there's just one thing you weren't expecting though
see i play pretend quite frequently

and i always return
as you oscillate between indifference, hatred
and worry

yeah, i can read your cells like mona lisa's
and your emotions in percentages.
well, those worry lines don't lie, cause in between them
there's a sea of sweat
and in it
i am drowing.

oh, you can't hide your anticipation
as to what will happen next.