by Len Kuntz
I started drilling a corkscrew through my skull
three hours ago,
when it seemed the strategic thing to do.
Blood’s been pouring down the sides of my face
and there’s brain matter stuck in my hair
and I keep twisting the curled spire
farther and farther through my head,
into the mealy meat
but no matter how much progress I make
there’s only more pain
and so help me God,
I just can’t get unstuck.