Phase the Twentieth: I went to a party and realized that there was no one there I wanted to talk to.
You make
Me feel
So ill
Diseased and
Bumpy, red
Swollen, broken,
Filled to
The brim
With little
Black bugs
With sticky
Wings and
Spicy feet
That pour
Out of
My ears
My nose
My bellybutton
Big black
Mess, dirty
As they
Congeal on
The screen
Of my
Computer, filled
With viruses
I freeze
When you
Click me,
And you
Can’t do
Anything but
Shut me
Off, unplug
Restart, reboot
And pray
To God
Your stuff
Was saved.
