Dear Dr. B.,
I've been forcing myself
to go outside
despite the fact that the riflemen
across the alley wait daily to
turn my head into a kicked in October squash and
I've decided that suicide is not worth it
because it could lead to me
becoming a vegetable and
leave me in the hands of
Christian psychopaths
who will undoubtedly
take my songs and
rewrite them with the love of Jesus and
the help of a search and replace macro and
I haven't cut myself lately either
because I don't want to get an infection and
grow a fungus like last time and
I can't answer telephones and
greet strangers
with bandages rooted to my face and
cotton blossoms in my mouth.
I'm making progress, I think but
can you please pencil me in for the weekend.
I really need to talk to you
about my developing plant matter phobia.
Mr. D.
