—YOU MAKE THE SUN SHINE ON ME

blood work

today while I was

looking for the thing

that isn’t there anymore

the fucking spiders returned

scrawling and trolling under my skin

testy critters re-routing my dna

looking for the other dead arachnids

flattened in between all that tacky bloodwork

so I got up off my ragged heels and

hugged the warmest patch of nearby pane

hoping for a breakthrough not noticing the

steel planks or metal-tipped slipknots hidden

in the jelly / membrane / sticky love /

and sure yeah I know about symbolism

and all the other ism’s that come with every note

but these days i wear a re-stitched tongue and faulty pores

each day pushing the same bruise over and over again

so I think I finally comprehend what you were trying to convey

and though it had to be hard for you to say good for you

and thank you it didn’t fix me but it told me to