I feel wrong,
I mean, I have always felt a sense
of wrongness at my core,
a feeling of interminable shadow
that coats the thinking and
the seeing, the understanding and
the fitting,
but today,
I feel wrong,
I feel wrong in ways I cannot
burrow, scooping pathetically at
my internal lexicon for
the correct terminology,
all the while a lost sense gnaws
at my brain,
making me fear that I have
accrued too much damage,
too much of that time wasted
to non sleeping for a career
that stands on my chest, a boot
I must lick to live,
my mind screaming at the injustice
while I just want to shut myself
up, toss me into some room
and throw the key as far
as needs be,
all the while,
the wrong seeps between my fingers
and up arms into my clothing,
coating me with a smile of
crooked teeth, the prelude to
the chasm.