Anything

Anything

 

Infinitely infested

by the bothersome bugs

scratching my skin.

 

Almost invigorating.

They crawl into holes

I have made

for them,

coming out for

a dew drop,

or slice of key lime pie.

 

I see them on Mondays most,

sometimes here

or there;

like looking through

a kaleidoscope

of naked girls.

 

I know what they are,

just cant make them out

completely.

 

Absurdly representing.

 

Something I‘m already doing.

 

And it helps me to forget

about the lipstick

smeared across my teeth.