A Poem by Kyle Elliott?
I took two baths,
the first extremely hot.
I had to keep my legs raised out of it to feel safe.
Afterwards I could feel my blood moving through every inch
of my body,
It felt like being microwaved.
There was something going on in me,
my stomach was a catastrophe.
I wanted to take some NyQuil or
an old stool softener,
but had an American Spirit instead.
I felt like I had to fart, poop, pee, vomit or sneeze.
I didn't know which one, but I knew blood was going to be coming with.
I was wearing a womens shirt, its tightness made me feel manly.
I felt bad knowing Dexter was homeless for the night, Conan made me laugh.
I saw a large spider in the hallway, despite his glowing eyes, I went
back to lying on the ground.
Atticus wanted tacos for Midnight.