I tried to hold my sanity
In my hands
But it ran between by fingers like
Leaving slippery grease on my half-hearted grip
grown weak from arm wrestling
and cradling babies old enough to walk.
So I let that sanity jello slosh!
Jello soup sanity in a skull-shaped Tupperware container –
That’s the way I hold my stake on this world.
Wearing a woman’s gloves made of honey: