Further up the Fork

I need some help

Simple as that

If I do not get some soon

Engine fumes filling the room

Will choke lungs

Only so long

Standing

Kept vigilant

Teetering

Fingers on the valve

Slipping

Scalded

Peel the flesh

Like chicken thighs

Long in the gumbo

Shredded

Mystery surfaces

Confabulating

Disoriented

The women behind skin

Hardened barriers

The white plastic mayonnaise

Of suicide creaming my abdomen

Flopping me over in consideration

Of giving up

Of ending want

Of the games of different

Of the work of same

Wednesday like a fork in the road

Further up or bury here

Sunshine and moonlight bartering

Faith and hope to survive

Thumb out, thumb out…