I ate
well
because
I have
to. It came
out the other
end smelling
just terrible.
Yes I am
always looking
back at my own
shit in disgust.
Our best ideas
come on toilet
seats because we’re
over it. Flushing it
down, I think to
myself: I only
smoke because
I will die. I only
shit because I
have to. But
then again:
I only love
because I will
die. I only
write because
I have to.