the conversations came in wheels
and stopped at every thought
they weren't substantial enough
so i poured rubbing alcohol
on my hands
then rubbed my face
until my eyes burned
i saw little green novels
with scenes of restaurants, caves,
and black forests.
i picked plaster from my pours.
i need to wash my hands and face.
there is too much sugar in me.
to my left is a doctor washing his hands.
there is Kahlua next to the soap.
Kahlua is on my hands and face.
the doctor looks at me disappointingly.
the doctor says life is suffering.