I attempt to document
the immorality of Xanax
but the only evidence is a kooky fortune teller
who reads my chai tea leaves
and tells me I’m wasting my time.
I agree.
I think of him in California
on some app
naked and hunting
for affirmation of his desirability –
giving his attractiveness a score
equal to the number of dick pics he receives.
Will he thank them with blowjobs?
I don’t think he would cheat
but of course I never expect him to lie.
And why carry naked pictures
on a mobile device
if you don’t intend to share them?
I’ve seen things that I shouldn’t…
or should I have?
My inner I
is cloudy / wounded / bloody.
The red tears fall
and lubricate my way to the future.
Written by Jason Wright
May 25, 2017
