Dancing The Waltz on my Once White Sheets

 
Coagulated thoughts of brunch
uptown, tofu and cheese
upsetting my stomach.

Silverfish were not on
the menu but, they were here

Watching me as I stood wiping
the gravel from my mouth

They moved freely like bits of
 disease resting on
misappropriated jism
 on the wall,  they
were not silver
tendons, antennas,  covered
in dust.

I heard them speak through
 the hole near the drain
One said, cum flavored with
 citric acid was a good
 source of protein
But
 he preferred  breast milk