from the soft destruction of a single entity over a period of time one might call, aging by Michael James Martin

If you have an issue
talk with my counselor.

I don’t see faces.
Problem? No, I have

no problem. I have fucking
problems. And as much as I

ply etceteras to the walls
the walls never go away into the clutter.

If I could’ve stayed
I’d be lying. I’m about to turn seventy.

So I could’ve stayed…
only my mouth was too big

for my tongue More tongue! she’d scream.
If you have an issue

grip the curve of my head
and pull until I can see stars being born.

(Problem?) I have fridged lava bubbles
with extra basalt to cool us down.