I feel off today.
Not in between.
Everything is fine.
Fine in my head.
Fine I can handle it fine.
Everything is still fucked up but salvageable.
I’m rockin’ n’ rollin’ n’ what not.
Ya know. A little here and a little there.
Sleep. Eat. Shit.
The next thing you know I’m here.
I feel off. I sit.
Over and over.
And over again.
Breathing is easy.
Eating is no problem.
Drinking is fine.
I feel fine. Just a little off.
I carry the weight of yours and his and hers and theirs.
On my shoulders.
Floating on my shoulders.
Carrying you is easy.
Fun keeps following me and I keep shrugging it off.
I scrape the remaining fun off of my upper thigh.
Can I offer you something to lick?
How about a sugar cookie?
It’s over for a moment.
Swallow the fun that’s left in my mouth.
Don’t be afraid.
Afraid of me.
Afraid of off.