EVERY TIME YOU WASH YOUR HANDS

Torture is knowing
what you really are

There is a garden where
scars are the fertilizer and
roses are serial
killers and trapped
water harvests this
new strain of
whatever it is
that ails
you

I'm taking the advice
of fools

These phrases ain't
gonna save you

These phrases ain't
what they used
to be

These phrases just
had a baby and it
looks like
you

Solipsism rears its
beautiful phallus once
again and I'm into
it because I'm just
kind of finding out
about it
now

And this is where
I leave you, because
I'm kind of a
son of a bitch,
too