tall weather & short expectations that barely glance the surface of my insufficient insurrections into a reflection that sedeuces me out of maths and into hallways which I walk with uninspired trepidation


refractions that coagulate and paint the walls & cloud my vision and I lose consciousness again and again

I'll realize
crying amidst chips like I'm wallowing in shit

&every sidewalk
&every coffee shop
&every gravestone that I stumble over in the library

they are all curdling with me
slowly collapsing on a molecular level
into cheese