yelling

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
i hollered and i cut my hair off to find
are there doors i’m missing where do
you keep all yours all the forms you are
subtly manipulating with bare fingers
on the unsterile table with poisons.
i ask WHY DOES IT SMELL LIKE DILL
IN HERE while the day of someone
famous for partying is no longer than
my day and perhaps shorter for want.