INKTOBER 2018: Swollen, Day 17

Art and Poem by Miguel Guerreiro Lourenço

Considering that a friend said my sun and spaceship for Inktober's Star prompt looked like a pufferfish, I actually drew one for today's Swollen! As for the poem, could you call it method-writing? Below is the transcription:

I am writing this poem

on the toilet. It's been

a week filled with pizzas

and other junk food, and

sure enough, after feeling

like we're about to blow...

I still regret nothing.

I wonder if my dad ever

felt that way about over-

-indulgence. I wonder,

what his favourite pizza

toppings were. I wonder,

if he regretted not taking

a chance with me.

my stomach hurts.

'Thoughts'