born against me

im in my studio.

my glasses are broken.

mouser is confusing.

i cannot get around how miserable my life becomes when my glasses start to wither away, become these flopping see=saw puzzles for my face and then eventually turn me into a vaseline covered tube.

again

it is monday october 26th. i am in my bed. it is 10:34 am. i have no pants on. i want the bagel that is on the other side of the room. i have no money. i am hungry. i am late for class.