spaghetti

no one believed i was eating my own hair. it grew back so quickly & in my stomach, it turned into abundant spaghetti.  how delightful to be my own fullness.  tomato sauce or murder. in the clouds i saw the face of my grandfather with worms coming out of his mouth. i wonder sometimes who in my family is like me or hears the moon creaking. psychosis is being a prophet but knowing the god is not real. you walk around with scriptures greeting you. they say, "everything is made of centipedes" &  you can't share the gospel. instead, the tongues twist until you are a pie crust boy. a fork in my mouth. a fork  in the garbage disposal.  my hands come off so many times i can't count. cheap plane ticket into the boil water. my skin comes off like bedsheets. you are turning up the heat even though it's july & i am melting. i sometimes use my phone. take out the camera to see if jupiter is really a dinner plate or if i am just an iceberg again. don't worry. it comes & goes. it has eyes & then doesn't. i take a picture of my father & it turns into a porch light. i am starving if you know what i mean. i hope you do because i have no idea at all what i mean.