displeased with
the minor roundness
of belly,
i had the
intestines removed.
with a
flat stomach
i take myself on
walks,
like a dog.
without any
intestine
i carry my own
waste
in a bag,
like a dog’s.
i am now
less displeased
with my shape.
a local man,
always
a local man,
bearded, fat,
terrified,
bellows into a
recording device.
this is a time
when
everyone has
a recording device.
a fat local
terrified
bearded man
bellows into a
recording device,
places the
subsequent recording
onto platforms
that allow others
its view.
this is a time
when
others have access
to platforms
for viewing.
the local
fat bearded
terrified
man bellows
angrily.
he is loud and
vehement.
he is imprisoned
by the weapons
he surrounds himself
with.
he is quivering
like a hairless dog
in a small
yellow
apartment,
desperate
to be let outside
so it can let loose
its waste.
he is bellowing
into his
recording device,
saying,
“i’ll put these
liberals
down like a dog!!”.
i don’t run
much.
when i run
i think about
running.
mostly,
when i am
running
in a dream,
the running
isn’t working
so well.
no traction
or
unable to
keep myself
upright
or
moving in
slow motion.
one time
in a dream
i was running
in Texas.
or
might be
it was Oklahoma.
it was hot but
not unpleasant
and dusty but
still i felt
hydrated.
rather,
i felt
nothing
at all.
only
clean,
smooth,
effortless,
motion.
i don’t run
much, and
when i run
i think about
running.
sometimes
i run on a
derelict road
that is frequented
by dogs.
it is important
to not think
but also
watch where you
step.
when i was an
adolescent
i liked to go to
a deserted college
swimming pool and
sink to the bottom
of it and
then push myself
back up to the
surface.
jumping off
the pool bottom
and then
sinking.
over and over.
i would do this
over and over.
the lone pool
lifeguard,
college-aged,
in a time
before cellphones,
so,
bored,
sitting,
staring
straight ahead,
the lone pool
lifeguard
thought,
watching me,
this pre-teen
jumping
repetitively
off pool floor,
the lone lifeguard,
bored,
without
cellphone to distract,
thought,
“what a freak”.
i don’t remember
how i would leave
the pool,
don’t recall
toweling off,
going into
a locker room,
changing clothes.
don’t recall how
i got from
pool to
outside to
home.
i did not
shake myself
dry,
like a dog,
though.
the lone lifeguard,
bored,
without distraction,
thinking,
“what a freak”.
i have
no idea
what
they were
thinking.
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