crocodile days

by Patrick Doyle

          Over the last few days I’ve felt like I have a crocodile on my body, all jade colored and sparkling like a beautiful rejection of everything. He snaps lightly at most who come by me but a few times he has really let it on someone.

          I apologize. I wish he’d just go away most of the time. He makes me feel like I shouldn’t be around others for fear of him biting, so I go from wherever I am to where I am going; which is a bed riddled with blankets that I wrap up in to a dreamless sleep of nothingness. In a few days he will hopefully go back to the recesses of my heart after he has had his fill.