Good milk gives away nothing
It sits in supreme judgment of us
And I’m trying to be a better person
But it is hard
Have you tried it?
Oren, I am attempting things
Mostly hallucinating  
I thought your folded up coat was a cake
The chair a pausing giraffe
My anger a type of fossil that requires a hammer
My hammer a type of tool that is made of porcelain
See how I get it all wrong
I called Bruce to complain and have not stopped
I called dad to check on him and it got weird
We were talking about the eyes and how losing one is not so bad
But I was wrong, it would be horrible
I thought the prism was a walrus
And the table another cake
And the dirty plate a spaceship with no doors
It was just like the movies but totally different
It was like life but totally funny
It was like giving birth on a spaceship
Or to a spaceship
It was weird
Like I’m wired wrong
I hate you and your light fixtures
And your parties, non-stop
You non-stick pans arranged in some deranged order
I don’t see it
I am sorry
I am still working 
On my mural of Louisiana 
I’m drawing it on a tile
Free hand, so it is terrible
But I gloss over the devastation
Which is amazing
I am rewriting all of our histories 
We are on a show together 
We are okay
In my version of the story I am the big sweaty king
And my husband is the blond princess resting on my chest
I do not wake us
There is no need
We have a fire