me

twat

me

here i sit
pencil behind my ear
ready for marking up poetry
or tapping against my forehead

here i sit
toothpick in mouth
belly full of soup and grilled cheese
a hint of a smile on my face

here i sit
beer breathed
and glossy eyed from pain pills
toes pointing the wrong way

here i sit
laptop in my lap
preparing a poem while
cancer forms in my testicles

there you sit
smug faced or smiling
face pressed into this book
thinking i’m crazy..

..and loving it

-Lewis Applequist (Fall 2009)