my eroded
converse soles
skid across algae concrete
dampening odd socks
giving me athlete’s foot
I fear the
Trident Hot and Spicy
noodles
have killed the butterflies
in my large intestine
leaving only a stubby swan plant
rested in unwatered soil
its roots wrapped around
and merging with
my nervous system
I can shift my atoms to teleport
through walls and under beds
someday I will make it
out of this atmosphere
and maybe then
I will finally understand why
we never really talked about it
