and then theres the real

where my head is just pounding

and stories are woven

and spirits are broken

and i dont even sound

like anyone i recognize

but its ok

cause its either a frog,

who comes with toad,

or its marlene dietrich,

whos sexy as hell.

even my mother thinks so

and shes not even

human.

im so grateful for the

every now

and again

where the thickness

runs through my blood

and theres that shine of truth

that brings me back

to whatever it is

thats always lost.

and someone,

somewhere,

is going to think thats

beautiful.

till then

ill numb

and work ever harder

at forgetting.

erase erase.

there there,

all better now.

salud.