My mottled skin stretches
across my lower abdomen
stopping right above the navel.
thick red tree branches
begging for warmth,
water.

let’s see what we’ve eaten this week:

6 adderall, 14 cups of yerba mate,
15 cocktails, 4 cigarettes,
some toast and cracker
and grape. I take one iron supplement.
exactly one glass of plain water.
and I don’t even count the heart stretch
of the weed:
the rising pulse,
or her pressured breathing.

I’m about to faint.

no, youre fucking not, they say. you’re just fucking really thirsty
and constantly anemic. close your eyes.

make it go away.
make it go away.

“the dopamine series”