Awake as electricity,
I feel the square weather tightening
the velocity of my room.
I’ve got a ghost camera in my head.
It helps me to organize my nouns and verbs,
adjust my short-term memory.
My brother, Bob, says I’ve been cleaving
to within an inch of my life.
Says I should check myself in.
I guess he’s right.
Swan meat is no longer considered a delicacy.
Bob said, Don’t worry Miles,
it’s nothing to be ashamed of.
Nearly everyone could benefit from a better diet.
Besides, hear that thunder?
Even the sky tears itself apart
to get rain.
