mmmoooo you know how I know time is imaginary?

if you swallow a sand timer, do you need to check your apple watch?

if you swallow a sand dollar, do you need to tap, insert, or swipe?

if a cow swallows grass, how many stomachs does it greet?

4 stomachs of fertilizer but I’m supposed to “trust my gut”?

what if

rumination

means trapped in a room

of my imaginations

an eternal Rube Goldberg

machine of mental agitation

gears without grease just

rise and grind

but Marsha said,

pay it no mind

purgatory where you’re perpetually

waiting for the text | waiting for the text |

when’s the last time I checked

close the app just to open it back

what’d they mean by that?

missed my stop crap

have you named

the earworm gnawing at your wax?

it tells you to play it cool because someone

you’re cooler than is ignoring you?

you know the vibe

dissect their every sentence

reread it in different accents

run it through google translate

respond by hot air balloon

react with hot flashes of existential dread,

overdose of am-I-doing-enough?

still awake, still awaiting,

if I stay still long enough

the thought will pass me

think I’m sleeping and

possess another defenseless host

I count sheep, the sheep count pennies,

the sheep, shortchanged by inflation, strike

so we, the sheep and me, count blessings

lose count and lose direction, find it again

realize our bodies were already moving that way.

remember that time you swallowed a compass?

thought it might give you sense of direction.

North, East, South, West

one for every stomach.

swallow cud and call it

somatic wisdom or haptic know-how

know why, no where,

know who, who

mooooooooooooooooooooo