Reach Out and Touch Someone

I throw my phone off a cliff into the ocean. iThrow. Followed hard upon by this computer. I rip my pants into a loincloth and slip into the woods. I forget the loincloth altogether and sleep naked on the ground. I will die naked on this ground and return to it, like a rotting pomegranate or cow's wet shit. I wipe my ass with leaves. No, I wash my ass in the stream. I forget about it entirely. My ass? What's my ass? What's my? There is no longer a concept of ownership. There is only I, crawling like the snake, after the still beating heart of my next meal.