The Animal That I Am

I don’t have much to say about it.

I live in my upper chakras most of the time.

I know there’s nothing for me to do here, so why am I about? If there’s no reason for my purpose, I should be allowed to simply wake, run, meditate, eat, and repeat my cycle.

I’d get married but then I’d have to fuck my husband.

So I’d rather masturbate to those videos of that woman who gives aggressive cum denial handjobs.

If you fall in love with me, I’ll swat you like a fly. Meanwhile, he’s got me pancaked to the table with the newspaper.

Sometimes I think eating lamb over rice is the best part of my day.

Three weeks ago, I ate tater tots with cheese and bacon, and he said to me
“you have no shame. Just be the animal that you are.”

Then, the day before Thanksgiving, I took a hot, feral piss in the woods during my run. It was 23 degrees out. The steam warmed my legs.

Now I’m in the desert, wondering where the seltzer water is.