I am 170lbs and hitting a dab pen in the parking lot of a
Jewel-Osco. Home is the hospital in Naperville and the
one in Lake County and another one in Racine. I live on
a friend’s couch and in a motel off route 14. The 14
day stay at the hospital in Downers Grove is bright lights and
Community on the communal TV.
I am with mom in the Walworth County Health and
Human Services building. They tell me I can’t go back
to school yet. I am 260lbs. I am about to graduate. I am
about to be the man that is standing in line at the self
check out in a Piggly Wiggly on the northside of
Kenosha. I have a box of ice cream sandwiches.
I stand in the mirror shirtless. A hex is written on the
back of the bathroom door in red ink. A crown sits on
the faux wood door too. My eyes are placid. I am 195lbs.
A small bald spot is beginning to form on the crown of
my head. I don’t know who drew the crown or the
pentagram.
All I will eat today is Vraylar and Propecia