Poetry

Surefooted is uncomplicated.

purple urn for these ashes of when

The ER doctor pokes my back there & my nerves shiver

I demand a new reality.

i put my forehead to god’s and tell him:

I think I’m a little more disabled than I’d thought

My therapist said I was being enmesh-y

Oh Pharmacist, I stand before you ready to receive the Eucharist of possible side effects

after i enter the bathroom, i lock the door behind me.

He runs back and forth along the fence, barking at people of whom he’s unsure.