"Why can't I trust anyone, no, not even me?"

Tell me some good news.
Anyone?
I wouldn't believe it, anyway.


A pocketful of crumbs
couldn't even do the job
the trail's
lost
sabotage loves me
the way
a tapeworm must love
my intestines
with hope having slid out of me
various times
in the past two days
it's just as
disgusting every
time
consolation comes
at such a high
price
I've forgotten what you taste like.