in the cafeteria

by Simina Banu on August 1, 2015

I didn’t mean to be mean
when I told Erika you probably don’t need sunglasses
with a forehead like that
I meant to be precise

I am projecting because I think my eyes stink

I mean sink
more each day
past my skull and inch toward my cerebrum

soon my eyes will be fully submerged

they will rotate 180
and I will see grey matter
dated and labeled
organized into
ascending
safes