by Taylor Campbell
How much Cap’n Crunch
do I have to swallow
before you realize I’m trying to kill myself?
My mouth is in pieces here.
How did I do this as a boy?
Sitting in my Dorsey Levens jersey
I begged my mom to buy.
It had numbers on the sleeves,
like the real thing.
Sitting, shoveling bowl
after box of the old sailor’s squares
into my nine year old hole.
Now just one bite and it’s like
chewing teeth.
My tongue like a half-popped firecracker,
the tendrils separating and
sliding down my throat.
Taylor Campbell is a junior in the Creative Writing department at UW-Milwaukee. Outside of writing he enjoys sound design, watching Twin Peaks, and cuddling his girlfriend’s Chihuahua, Wesley.