Nowist, Part III

Nowist, Part III
By Xina Wojo
sated the sweet-tooth
baited my weak root
pulsing and cramping,
getting it all out;
a new soul evicted-
someone else I won’t really know…
it could have been lovely,
but I’m never certain besides
I’m broke, broken, breakfasting
continually
I’ve started writing the details
for art projects
that I will never do,
describing them as if you can see them.
The driver’s too lazy to crash.
cleverness has nothing on sincerity
healing is hurting more than the injury-
maybe the itch will kick in soon
so I can scratch around the scab…
Oh, that’s what *this* is!
the tease of relief