everybody comes to town on friday

i push an empty shopping cart

(forgetfulness)

government work forms give me anxiety

i forget how to drive

in moments of great need

sadness is the great distractor

i'd like to spend my life battling that

i’d like to float out of unfocusedness

i am a tornado.

i am a torpedo.

i am thinking of torpedoes.

i am suddenly out of touch with my body

i feel nothing at all