The Palms of My Hands Are Covered in Eyes

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the palms of my hands are

covered in eyes. unblinking.

from even my basic privacy

there they are staring at me. i

tread down hallways

that spiral & spin

gravity has lost meaning

what used to be floor

becomes wall becomes ceiling

at night i hear the crash

of buildings that fall. i

stagger & my deviated

brain stretches itself.

sugar coats eyesight

the package warns me

not to drive anywhere.

i stagger & struggle

what i wish to forget

will not leave my hands

so i find solace

in the stacks of weed butter

frozen in my freezer

created by my drug counselor uncle

syrupy drinks

with a hint of adult

packages of sweets

with a certain ingredient

is reality so bad

that i must escape it so often

in the center of me

finds the coursing black hole

wishing to swallow

what world i have left

is it really so bad

that i exist

in this world

that doesn’t want me here—

the palms of my hands are

covered in eyes. unblinking.

from even my basic privacy

there they are staring at me. i

chew & swallow.

i consume.