- James Gendron
Wasting my life in the gleaming snow
aka cocaine. Did you realize the human body
has got over seven miles of braided thoughts?
Under this girdle of fat I’m wasting away,
in a sweater, eating from a bucket.
In fat I see myself distilled
more honestly than in my face.
It stuffs me full of non-predestined life.
Pain: where do you come from?
I feel you, because I’m emotional. And I feel you
again, because I’m remotional.