Dear Mr. God,

thank god tonight
that my mistakes have gone unnoticed
but hopefully tomorrow
(i pray) ill be
more graceful

i will lick up the salt

we are feeling sweeter than fruit, but not as sweet as sugar in its purest form
we are falling harder, there is something about the winter
that brings a religious loyalty
a stone cold devotion.

I think im realistic!

maybe

i need to follow everything i say with a maybe

most mornings i eat eggs

sleeping in is something i stopped doing forever ago.
it is natural to rise with the sun
and eat eggs.
i make them with extra salt. and ketchup.
they become not eggs

in my bedroom, eating alone
it is a massacre
sitting naked on the floor i let my gut hang over
and try not to think about anything, especially not masturbating
i know that eventually ill have to leave my room
there is too much weight, too much
to dream of pubic hair
and the clitoris

eggs themselves are depressing really
they may be the root of my problem