2016 Reflections

I stepped in shit
and the more I tried to wipe it off
the more I smeared it
month to month
day after day
carrying a load of bricks
on a faulty back
facing the same demons
from years past
incessantly banging my head
on a glass table
hoping it’ll break
or crack my skull
and when that failed
I ate my way into a
sugary coma
pleasantly inebriated, eventually numb
only to awake
fat with guilt and
the realization that
shit stinks.