Its okay I’m not really okay

by Glen Binger

It’s easy to lie to someone you’ve just met.
- Hi, I’m a doctor.
Or
- Hi, I have the world record for most hula-hoops consecutively jumped through.
But in order to lie to a friend
It takes effort, time, stamina, a plan.
There is a thought process behind it.
How to tone vocal chords.
How to shape eyebrows.
How to gesture hands.
How to cover tracks.
How to run away.
For a short period in your life
You specifically think about
How to inflict pain upon someone you know better than most.
- Hi, I’m not sure why your fiancée left you

Tough Situations

by Glen Binger

There is a lack of oxygen
Floating around my neck,
My bones and my lungs.
Cotton balls sop all moisture
From the back of my esophagus.
I feel myself choking on invisibles.
And I can’t figure out how to fix it.

Inside me, lumps of nylon and newspaper and nothing absorbing, marinating in blood cells.

Pulse quickens, using more oxygen.
Depleting from my lungs,
My neck and my bones.
Strands of ocean-blonde hair
Wrapped around my throat
Like a noose, too loose.
And I don’t really want to fix it.

Serenity

by Glen Binger

When the dusty fifteen inch television grows boring
And the three day old magazines smell of sweaty palms
I tend to doze off into
The most deranged and completely
Insignificant dreamscapes.
No matter where my mind
Goes, there is always this desiring notion to
Repair something that isn’t really broken.
Or ruined.
Or even damaged at all.
Maybe it’s because of this haunting
Dependence I have on medication that isn’t mine.
Recently, however, I’ve been filling my stomach with violet-blue pills before I get to the
Emergency room with a piece of tattered paper stapled to my shirt that
Advertises the stench of day old vomit each time. And
Maybe each time this note says, “Please…
Save me,” but I can’t ever remember what I write; I’m too busy trying to breathe.

Strippers are more fun when you graduated high school with them

by Glen Binger

Up on stage she avoids us because she knows who we are.
She recognized us the second we walked in the door.
We were sure to sit right next to the stage, so she could see us.
But she still won’t come to our corner to shake her ass in our faces because she knows us.
This is amazing. I can’t get over it.
I’m not leaving until she gives me a lapdance.