irrational 

i put my emotions in the microwave.
it's time to feel guilty again. i hide
all my knives in ziploc bags. eat the ears
off an orange. do you hate me? do you hate me now?
once, i got the silent treatment & for two weeks
i didn't say a word aloud. my tongue sang
like a canary in a coal mine. there aren't
enough shovels in case it rains dirt.
are you listening? every time i breathe 
a bird dies. no. i know that's where
the truth goes to eat canned peas. "i know
you're talking about me," i say to the field.