Maybe being insane is complicated, maybe not

I am taking the recycling out
In the snow, in a t-shirt.

I am unaffected by the cold,
Hercules!

I am collapsing inside, failing
To develop the hubris required.

I’m going to work out, physically and
metaphorically – I,

I am high on disassociation
and meditation

I am curled up in a jealous ball
On the kitchen floor

I have all the best ideas I’ve never had
Only twenty-four hours a day

I only think about you sometimes
But when I do, I salivate.