From the skin to the hair,

to the head on my shoulders.

Or sometimes my mind,

the more I get older.

So, I turn off the light

and pray it’s me

I can hide from

in the pantry,

eating to forget,

after forgetting to eat.

All the while, knowing the hole

I’m in is getting deep,

and deeper, yet.

Finally, I lay down in bed

after spending the whole weekend

just trying to sleep.

It’s then that my alarm ring

and I see the time,

realizing the whole day

is still ahead of me.