i eat the same thing everyday because banana & peach & measuring cup. i crawl into a bowl. i crawl out. i thump a spoon against my tongue. i scrape a fork across the sidewalk. i drag my nails through a patch of dirt & stone. i eat the same thing everyday because of ribs & the centipedes they suggest. i eat the same thing everyday because of something my parents did that i can't remember. i buy shovels to try & remember. i go to a supermarket full of orchids to try & pick something new to eat & i meet all the more-beautiful people who eat only flowers. they put samples in their mouths & wait for the petals to dissolve. there are white-pink orchids & purple-yellow orchids & orchids made of glass. people carefully sliding each face into their mouths. i eat the same thing everyday because the supermarket tells me to. i eat the same thing everyday because i have hands & i can't imagine living like these people who eat flower after flower. i stay at the store for hours not to browse but to watch people eat. they seem like they have never used utensils-- that maybe someone has always held a flower & told them to open wide. i tell myself to open wider & i think of the way snakes unhinge their jaws. i want to unhinge my jaw & eat everyday--the whole fucking day. no minutes left ticking in the dirt just a gaping whole where the day was supposed to be. they offer me flowers to try & i refuse but they insist. they say the flowers will make me feel better-- that i would be less morose if i ate more flowers. i eat the same thing everyday because the sun is loud & as indecisive as me. i accept a flower & stuff it into my pocket. i set the flower on my kitchen table & cry at the flower who doesn't know how to cry back. i tell the flower i eat the same thing everyday because i'm scared. i tell the flower i eat the same thing everyday because rain is turning into seed. the supermarket snores loudly so i open my window & tell it to please please stop that i am trying to get some rest so i can wake up & eat the same thing tomorrow.