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Smashing my skull open on the bathtub tiles
would be a decent way to die, but I think it
would hurt too badly so I sit down so that I
don't fall and that doesn't work either so I lie
down so that I don't
die
and I feel the hard angularity of my pelvic
bones and ribs pressing against the hard
smoothness of the bathtub tiles. When I
stumble out of the shower, there is a crane fly
smashing its exoskeleton open against the
mirror. I try to rescue it but I only succeed in
pulling its legs off.