Like holding smooth stones in my mouth
I envision biting off the end of my own thumb.
Opening up the back of my throat.
Swallowing it whole.
Suspending the connection between the sensation
And the idea.
I've always been good at that.
So many things I have become good at over the years.
Surely there is a good use to which I can apply these skills.
A way to use them to live a good life.
A happy one.