by Jordan Meyers
men cackle in the airplane row behind me
and i am reminded of my father
who is a product of his father
who is a product of his father (and so on)
re: i am exhausted but my brain won’t drift off
alexa, play “cherry-coloured funk” by cocteau twins
orbit mint gum falls from sky, crackling in their wrappers by my windbreaker
fruitloops lay silently next to my bed, sobbing into their bowl of milk
when he says “fuck,” i flinch —
google search: is electroshock therapy an option for me in 2018
i gaze into the horizon, and my teeth crave to dig into a peach, its juices flowing from my tongue
the boscov’s downtown is a tangerine den decorated with 20% off wrapping paper
we ascend into the sky which is actually an upside down bathtub
and i start to notice the curvature of the world www.iamtiredofcaringabouteverythingsomuch.com
to buy: tampons, twizzlers, toenail clippers