I can only breathe in
I cannot breathe out
If I keep my head under water
will this make me go numb?

I can only pick on morsels and traces
that feed the half hound of me
while the other half would rather starve
for want of a company

My spirit animal is a housewife
treading barefoot on the asphalt
under her house
chatting friendly in her catacombs,
waiting for her night watch to start
when I cross her path with my endless tail

If there is no head
is there no body either?
- I keep wondering
over and over
while I am feeding myself pain
- au chocolat –

I don’t know how to break the ice
I can only float above it
on a makeshift broomstick
made of a toothbrush
and paint myself blue
covered under a silver lining of hearts
that remind me of you