Ryan Clark shaves 
and never changes.

The doctorʼs report said 
the teeth have answers.

Have I said that I was depressed, 
that claws played stitch the wool.

I was suicidal with my own any said 
thing, with my own medicated help.

My only friend is sound stuff, but it is cold 
on the page, dug in like death until done.

I only read here. Like a dare, the ink said one 
bleary day I ate me in an otherwise weak attempt.