patches

peel plasterpeel. not satisfactory. not at all.
 
onetwo. hm. two. threefour. hm. shoulders elbows, (knees? no)
 
find a straw, blacktunnel with a light at its end, so the saying goes. said only by the unsanitised. and sip some juice with it. one sip.  
 
hunger
      for thirst.

and subsequent thirst for company. only enough for the perimeters, unsmooth in the gut.

besides that i am finely hydrated.
 
i don't want this crushed-fruit water pretender.  pouting.
 
what else but that the wardrobe door has been reattached, charcoal washed off the wallpaper and the curtains bleached white? but that a raw food diet can be deliciously carnivoric chewily murderous and separate your poop into pellets? its no one's concern and it lasted one day.
 
what else?
a word is a stitch so. darn socks figuratively as if it would cover real world draught in my toes. toes necessary for balance so they say. lose your toes you tip and sway, tip and sway, roll and swell, like sealegged saltwatered stomacksick  
                  we are tied by physique to gravity. fat people especially. on tip toes their bones crack. point of contact with the goodearth that gives us all this food and how ungrateful to stand up away from from it especially as you ate so much.  
 
consequence is the only true justice.
everybody knows that.