I abandoned my home
with a backpack full of empty shopping bags,
five grams of dank weed,
and my dog.
I was sick to my stomach
because my anger gets the best of me.
All of the referees quit when I was 19
and they only come back around
when I’m in handcuffs.
The animals always flock to me,
maybe they know something that I don’t want to,
they let me rub their bellies and feed them.
I’m pretty sure that I need them
and not the other way around.
My upper layers frowned
as my furrowed brow started sagging
and began to cover my whole face
until nothing was left but
a dream and a beast.