the doctor for my mind is seventy-five a visit, school is in the fifties, my cousin's chemotherapy has so many zeroes i feel hypnotised by them, the vacuoles in me are a week's groceries or two if i eat lean, how much will you pay me if i lie overnight in a couch-sized hell coffin of hungry mosquitoes, this is a poor man's poor math, this is the bootleg version of me, last night a cop caught a bag of a-class drugs in my pocket he only smiled as i flushed them down the toilet promising that they'll reappear in my pocket, shit has gone sideways and doesn't appear to be even close to unfucking itself so i'm just gonna dodge, be warrior soft, they tell me that we're only ill by choice, to cope silently to crash diet or use my extra pillows or try less sugar, but i've already tried it, already used and overused physical activity to marginalize anxiety, but a vegan organic solution does not glitterglue this slime mold of a rolemodel my turnt life is, going sugar-free does not help me buy food or pay the bills, i am not one for cheap thrills my life is, but my swedish coworker learnt how to say 'it's okay' in italian because i needed to hear it, the circle of kindness expands exponentially, i learn youtube words at four in the morning, watch videos of sign language on repeat, chew stale cereal
and if the universe is listening, and so is my coworker, i only want them to hear nice things
det är okej att du är min vän
(it is okay,
that, you are my friend)
i whisper
-- are you as lost as me
or as lost as this prose made to sound like poetry
.
YOU ARE READING
WISDOM TEETH
Poetrywe want a meaning where there isn't one (A/N - SOME PARTS ARE BEING REWRITTEN)
