I AM SO UNCOMFORTABLE
This is it, oh beleaguered land. I am so uncomfortable
with my world today : not in the manner of the old,
no, when butter got soft and sugar and salt clumped.
Those were simple things, things with a fix. This is
a black darkness, descended upon me. The unfixable
world that now covers my heart, the vice with the
turnscrew turning - pressing harshly down on my
veins. It's the discomfort of a too-tight collar of
razor blades, or a crown of 10-penny nails
hammered deep into my skull. And - no -
alas, I know not what to do but pass.