You flop down on the mostly clean bed, belly swollen. you unbutton your pants and ease your gut out of its tight prison. you scratch the indentions the pants left on the underside of your massive yet taut midsection. sleep rolls through on three wheels. you go from awake to asleep in seconds. you are very tall and thin. you seem to walk everywhere on your tiptoes, looking down your laser pointy nose at those less fortuitous. you meet a man whose profile looks the same as his straight on. a constant pimpled yellowish streak haunts your peripheral vision. times are when you seem to thrum a thrum. you only take right hand turns on lifes hi there. somewhere a rectum is born.