For one second I hate myself

I glance at my phone, there are no messages

I only see my hairy armpit and my swollen foot

When did I get this neglectful, this rotten?

Perspective is everything, I drunkenly stammer as I look over

My perfect freckles glint back at me from my nicely sized arm

They are like a constellation written across this seemingly sacred canvas

Maybe it's time to look at the ugly again, so as not to get caught up in myself

I look back but the other half of me is gone

The music has changed pace and my flesh and bone have slithered off

Time to relax, shut my eyes, go to sleep