I ate a pebble for breakfast br A stone for lunch br And a boulder for dinner. br Usually the same mass of food br would run through my body br and accumulate loosely on my hips, br my thighs, my butt and my midriff. br Today, however, these rocky monsters br sit firmly in my stomach, br unwilling to budge. br br That's probably why my stomach hurts, br why my limbs are feeling heavy, br and why my body no longer moves. br My head is pounding with br the pagoda that sits upon it br more than seven stories high. br My shoulders are bearing br the whole damned world br that Atlas had to hold. br And now my core muscles are br too busy holding my stomach taut br lest it burst apart. br There is nothing left in me br to bloody hold me together br and to help me stand. br br And when the rain beats down br like eternal damnation br and hateful acid tears, br I know that I am dying slowly br and then all the rocks I thought I ate br start bursting out of me, br Eager children of my messed up head br with all too much immensity br such that they, too, now exceed their mother.