I was my insides

I am my outsides

It worked for Jesus

same socks, same pants, same underwear,
as the day before.
With the cold holding me in my blanket
There was no time for things like wardrobe.
I didn’t even smell the articles of clothing
as I pulled them from around my bed.
It was on and out

Running for the buss
secreting sweat into my socks
which spawn babies of the sweat of yesterday
I rip another hole in my pants
"fuck"
and jump in-between fat ladies.

A friend is on the buss.
She manages a seat next to me
after an old man leaves
coursing about his bones

"you look cute today"
My eyes are red
skin like wax with bacon grease over it
and a hat matts down my bed head
I dont look cute
"Really?"
I say, hoping she doesn’t smell my feet.

"Yeah. not that you don’t normally"
Liar
She’s never found me attractive
But now that im unkempt
not trying
wasting away, in a carefree manner
I am invincible

"Well you should do something with your hair"
She leans back
Insulted and wet
Ive created a religion
I am the walking disciple
I tell her what to do

"Jerk. ha. What are you up to tonight?"
She leans back in
I hope she doesn’t smell my feet.

"Something at some point. You in?"
She thinks
and smiles
and gets off at her stop
I hope she didn't smell my feet.
same socks, same pants, same underwear, same shit.