Zero minutes

zero minutes
nothing passes by
second glances

Making reaches for the sink
in case of emergencies
or nosebleeds happening

Somethings really
bothering me
pulling at pieces of
ceramic off the toilet

Like scabs or wood in the
baseboard hiding my worst fears
slash
biggest worries
away

In slivers of gilded frames we see
In
And we see the shroud
Hidden Deep in the background
Of a haunted ass painting
And its eyes follow me round
The building

We walk
And we moan
And we listlessly
Shuffle as we piss
In different places
On the earth
All at once
In pieces
and we fold up
in bad ways.