Two Frogs*

Or Is this the Third?

Pushing it deep inside, pretending it didn't happen,

Didn't help,

and because taking it on as something different

Than what it was - that seemed right.

But it's going down like soured milk and has to come back up.

So here's my spoon and toothbrush and here are all the worms

I've dug out from inside myself:

I've made myself worth less

than a syringe of methamphetamine.