let's not

let's not think about that thing

cause that thing reminds me of other things

things that pile up

and make me want to take things

that make me forget things

that take things from me

that give them back to me with other things

that i don't want

maybe if this was prose, she wouldn't roll her eyes

it would be prose pupil, the good student

in the schoolmaid outfit

a cheerleading squad

good cheer, good life

i loved living in literary universes

for as long as i could, i could take things

to extend the literary universes

it was life extension, time dilation

social negation, retardation

it was harmless, it was legal

it was something i got away with

i'll escape

i'll prison break every day i get the strength

every day's a holiday

every day the guards catch me - get their sights on me

shoot me, every day it hurts and sort of heals

every day's a scab overlay, i didn't want to think about that thing

so i looked at a painting, imagined it was my skin

implied something about that thing

grief is brief

life's too short for grief

life is all about forgetting to grieve

jugi fruits are tasty, but they leave an aftertaste

that's not so tasty, and they're probably bad for me

but why should i worry? do skin cells worry?

i'm just a cell, baby, that's my theory

just a pity people don't work for me

not anymore, it's not their fault

just the next stage

of ego cancer

it's better not to think about that

let's not