tried not to think too much last evening
did work for the very first bunch of seconds
but it’s not always as easy as baking a cake
because they often suggest me to think ‘bout good things
and the me of today morning liked baking cakes
hated eating it
ripeness in all, he said; to encourage himself, me suppose
but what to do
what to really do – thinking pragmatically –
when you can’t even breath the air in your bedroom?
how did me unlearned to do such a simple thing?
laid down briefly last evening
stared at the wall above
a little mosquito began to buzz between my synapsis
how annoying it is
what did you do this morning? did you bake a cake? did you eat it?
did me bake a cake? did me eat it?
can’t stare at the wall above anymore
it’s suffocating it’s like crushing me
is that the basis of an elevator coming down or what else
woke up sweating thinking of how much
me just would like to fall asleep
and eventually implode into a tiny piece of cake
that disgusting cake me baked in the morning
me ate it
i swear i won’t do that again my goddess
ripeness in all, me need ripeness
or at least a rest