Shredded Normalcy

Shredded normalcy served between
chat windows.
Like bike-delivered chocolate chip cookies.
Like loveless 5:00 am naps under allergic
blue checkered woollen blankets.
Like pyjama clad anorexic assignments.
My shredded self-respect
stuffed between the confused pages of your
midwestern life.
Your everlasting complication,
etched like the over-exaggerated
movements of an accomplished
handler. *
Sleepless nights shredded by
Tumultuous conscience.
Shriveled soul, hardened and
tossed
Like the kernel of an untasted fruit.
Emptiness like the crevices between
the knives of my white Swiss army knife.
With the embossed cross.
The blade silver and shiny.
My wrists, soft, supple, inviting.

* In utlimate frisbee a handler is one who is a good thrower/tosser of the disc.