When I start spiraling about my body I remember that my silhouette is literally identical to a classical renaissance oil painting of a mythological deity who Men used to write poetry about and start wars over
all the parts of me that lived inside
are drowning in the sea of sinking life—
ice on me, put the car in park
chew black pepper and i cross my heart
at a crossroads there, so you cross your arms in a darkness there where you cast your charms