Increasing are the days
Of undetermined patch tests,
Inability to differentiate index from pinky
Upon touching each with their thumb
The ache that is not pain
Squirms inside the deltoids and latissimus dorsi
And an expression a little beautiful
Is ashen stone in minutes.
The days I see no sun
Days no one says my name
Or sees my face,
Days laughing at the computer screen until I weep
And then stop weeping,
And not even distaste of the mirror
Riles this body enough to break
Increasing are the days...
