My bed is a boat today
and it sways me haphazardly
without my sea legs
my insides are a lava lamp,
I feel its thick biohazard move
spewing from my feet to my throat.
I swallow acid. I swallow lumps.
I push it all back in. My eyes
sway, heavy neon swirls–jousted
from side to side, no focus. 
Orange lava moves up
down, here to there–curdled 
cream in lukewarm coffee.
Today is perfect spring. It’s disgusting
Stuck here and sick.