sad in summertime

i know where the air is
but i can’t seem to swallow

it is not like an herd of elephants
it is more like a reruns of Roseanne
crackling constantly in the background

and i’m not hungry
but my stomach aches for something
maybe it is food
but it also feels like the sensation
of a mouse far inside
scratching to get out

so i eat but it is paper
and my body does not know me —
but it knows enough not to quit

so i zip up the baggies full of goldfish
and put turkey in between two pieces of bread
and move clothes from one side of the house to another
dirty, clean, dirty, clean

i just can’t believe the damn hasn’t broken yet,
but by the pressure behind my eyes
it won’t be look

God, i hope it won’t be long

it’s much easier to just finally break
than to wait and wait and wait

for it to happen.