Maybe I’m Not Sick Anymore

“Do you have
A lighter?”

“no, I don’t
smoke.”

“no kidding?
you look like
you would.”

maybe,
I’ll take up
smoking.

“she’s so
‘hates herself’
beautiful…

i love
that
about her,”

they’d say.

I spit
Wherever
I want

Just like
The boys,

“My DNA
Deserves
to be
Everywhere.”

Chamomile tea
And body spritzer

A queen bee
Flys past me
To calm down.

No Cure, but Death

The earth
is trying to
cleanse herself
of us.

we are
infection
she cannot
rid,easily.

in attempts
to survive;

she motions
self-inflicted
natural disaster.

only 
Able to
rip parts
of us off.

these
gaping
wounds
of her
moving,

but
forever in
the same
place.

dear,
amputee’d
host,

we
live
through
you,

suck you
dry
of all
nourished
cells;

call it
survival.

splayed
across skin
of you, our
leprosy-kind.