Milk

I long not for this world but for the next
I spend my money only on the things I am certain will kill me
I am tired but my heart races and sleep is nothing more than a fantasy
I feel as bloated as the cow my friend overfed while his father vacationed in Hawaii
It ate and ate until the insides burst and became the outsides
But milk is the only thing that eases my mind anymore
I’m more addicted to it than I am you