i played doctor for a day.
pushed my eyes in and splayed open my heart today.
but all i found
was three pounds of dust
and a dead bug.
there wasn't much room for thoughts anyway
because i made an indecision
about everything
and nothing.
there is a virus. somewhere.
microcosm of something diabolic. (i think.)
time never saves. it festers.
till your mind collapses in gangrene.
so i stitched everything up.
and turned my face away.