my brain sits in my skull like a scrambled egg
The Idea Center a blue screen, frozen
I wish I could get to sleep fast
I definitely rely too much on one or another bottle
whether it’s ZzzQuil or a beer, I find myself angry
I almost never stay up till 2:00 a.m. on purpose yet I’m frequently up that late

gaze at the leathery shell and hope it’s not too late
the last of these snakes will make it out of her egg
radiating off of her writhing form i feel anger
the dream leaves me frozen
i fumble for the bed side water bottle
try to tell myself I’m just thisty that’s why I’m gulping so fast

I was made to grow up so fast
I feel like I’m experiencing teenagedom late
all of the feelings I tried to bottle
now I incubate them, protecting my egg
no longer content to be frozen
in time, I’m feeling my feelings and that come with anger

its not her fault she was always so angry
my mom I mean, her temper so fast
its impressive that the circumstances didn’t leave her completely frozen
no one realizes the dangers until it’s too late
try to prepare for the science project of caging your egg
dig through the trash for toilet paper tubes and a plastic bottle

UP, down, I fidget with the bottle
how am I both slower and quicker to anger
unmasking is like peeling a very old hard boiled egg
it is the opposite of fast
i just kept telling myself id eat it later
pretty sure the yolks is somehow frozen

i stand in the kitchen frozen
what was I going to do? Water bottle
snooze my alarm every five minutes so in not late
a routine helps me I’m function. My bodyies refusal to form habits easily makes me angry
if I could just stop thinking so fast
i would actually remember to eat my egg

I make a sandwich with a fried egg hope my sausage isn’t too burnt or still frozen
i eat up fast draining my coffee bottle
some days I just wake up angry, and it’s much easier to be late