I have occupied this body for a very long time
and there are some betrayals I expect
some of these balance themselves out
menstruation for menopause
200 bucks yearly flushed away for decades,
saved
in some account I call
have fun not babies no more
the stretch marks that replaced smooth skin
I rationalized that one away
called it a road map to places traveled
called it the bumps along the way taught me
how to navigate better
called it braille for a lovers touch
this geographic tongue
I rationalized it called it
your tongue has tasted too much bitter
now time for all the sweet
called it all the kissing tastes better
called it whoever,
whatever you put in your mouth is savored
in a way that confuses the alphabet
when my body starts doing the strange
a random elbow rash,
the phuck?
bizarre pinking around the eyes and swelling lips
the hell?
clearly an allergic reaction
but to what I think
I don't ask my body
she's on some other shit right now
if she doin what I think she's doin
the last time I asked my body
if I was really allergic to something
let's call them oranges
because I love oranges
and their cousins all things citrus
my body said
"yes,
yes, Theresa
you are allergic to oranges"
I said, "not today body,
not today"
to show her, I ate a bag of oranges
yeah, I ran a little fever and the rash went away
eventually
but in the way off all vaccinations
you give yourself a bit of the poison
your body will provide a defense,
I am no longer allergic to oranges
I am however still allergic to the peels
so I can't peel those fucker
but I will eat them all
cause my skin does it's own thing and since
it is the largest of all the organs
I let her do her what she do
mostly
but last week,
last week I noticed the elbow rash
pink rash around my eyes and lips
thought, oh hell no
so like the orange experiment
I ate all the bread,
it got worst so
I denied myself all things delicious
for 24 hours
the symptoms calmed
I went out for dinner
I want the biggest fucking burger you have
and it was OK the first few bites
by bite five
my lips started burning the swelling began
my elbows were itching as if
they could scratch themselves
I remained calm, resisted the urge to
drop to my knees and scream to the heavens
"Noooooo, bread!
Has thou forsaken me?
Does thee doubt my love
my devotion you fickle ass delicious lover"
but bread
I knew bread wouldn't hear me
she always cheating up in here on everybody's plate
right in front of me
besides my friend works at this restaurant
hey Anisa
it would have been weird
and my allergicness to possible police involvement
is one I have no issue with
so, the scene happened in my head,
loudly
as I wondered if it was just bread,
prayed lord, let it be just bread
next week the beer experiment
but in the mean time,
I found this gluten free vodka, his name is Tito,
as I mourn my lover bread
Tito, tonight he has got my back
unlike this body
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