My bed is filled
With the crumbs of a Wendy’s sandwich
And a handful of toenail clippings.
They tattoo my body
With Morse Code every night,
But I can’t tell who they’re trying to contact,
Myself, my mother, or the aliens
Living in the tree outside my window.
I think I might wash my sheets tonight
With a bit of wine and sweetener
Cause I’m tired of reading
prophetic apocalyptic text messages
on my arms before I’ve even had breakfast.
April 6, 2014
Day 6 of NaPoWriMo