The blood sits on top of the toast
Like a buffer
Between the peanut butter and chocolate spread
But not
When I chew
I choke
When I choke
The blood comes out my nose
It falls on my toes
Warm
Not like the old rain and mud
A unity between flesh and fluid
But not
I think I broke my mind
The tissue paper won’t place it back together
Not even mixed with peanut butter chocolate spread and blood
I don’t think I like eating now
And I think I broke my mind
It walked down the hill
Dangled its feet over the railings and looked at the water
Heart beat racing chasing one hundred and fifty five
Skull as soft as confetti falling to the floor
A disagreement
Cancellation of the contract between breath and time
They transport the body
To that place
You know
But they do not collect the mind
It is uncollectible
Just blood mixed with peanut butter chocolate spread
Wiped lightly on the toast
I do not like this red spit
Like their spit
Like venom
They did not walk on hot coals
They rubbed me deep within it
I think I broke my mind
I think I know who did it
She is the only one left who looks
Into eyes which aren’t quite there
transitioning choking coughing
Pick a name and bury it deeper than the sound
Light a cigarette
she knows she knows
She holds the hammer
And hits
I think I broke my mind
I can’t find all the pieces.
