Tired of saying stomach
I am so tired of saying stomach,
I want to say diarrhea
not that my mouth is just another ass
to slosh feces from,
but so I can lower my cranial walls
and show the world my wrinkles
without worry.
Am I Jesus?
says she is no good friend,
another will not cease saying that I am:
interlinked in stomach knots taxed
by the sieve of time straining, I collapse after each one
shares–pain divides: a miraculous healing.