Nothing

I pulled a couple
of shitty fingers out
and sucked on them.

They tasted like nothing.

The smell
is really
deceiving sometimes.

Maybe there just
wasn't much
on them.

It was almost like
he'd fallen asleep, only
his dreams were interactive.

He turned his head
and gave me
the closest thing
to a smile
that he could muster
from that angle
and in his condition.

From the way
his smile registered,
I think I just stared back,
I couldn't say,
I wasn't paying attention
to my own body; sometimes
I virtually forget
that it's even there.



Words by Thomas Moore