My heart shivers
Like a little dog in
Its bone cage
Be it the lack of meds
Or the incense I huff
Like cigarettes
Somethings got a claw
In my insides and
I’ve invited it
What must those mice think
In the floorboards
Do they understand?
How I pick out tangerines because
They're pretty, but never eat
Or peel away the skin
And how I forget water and toothpaste
But never the tylenol
Or the potato chips
I’ll tell them I was born
With these bad habits
On my umbilical cord
When it was knotted
Everything got sealed in
Plugged up like fine wine; aged
I don’t blame the doctor
Or my mother
I blame nature and me
And please
Don’t let them clear land for apartments
Leave the trees