Un-disorders
I tell you I love you because I am well adjusted.
All the shouting is only planes overhead. I tell you
I love you because I am well adjusted and not because.
There is yellowcake in the cupboard. Remember the planes.
There are mousetraps in the cupboard. I am well adjusted.
Not because. Because.
Mattress the dirt. Sift through the wet
sky. Imagine rain and then not. Promise
it’s only planes overhead. All the shouting is only yellow
cake. Adjusted. Who knows how many planes are left.
There aren’t enough piles of dirt in the world to fill me.
Don’t think about it. The dirt can be yellowcake. Don’t think
about it. I tell you I love you because you cannot.
I tell you I love you because I am well adjusted.
Mitchell Angelo is a senior creative writing major at Purchase College, and the Managing Editor of Gutter Mag. His microwave is haunted. His work has previously appeared in Gandy Dancer, Paintbucket.page, and The Westchester Review.