THE BURDEN OF ME
- May 8
- 1 min read
By Kiley Baker
A user, I believe the term of choice was.
At least that’s how I remember the sting of the alphabet
arranged in a way like no other.
Especially potent when chosen and uttered,
by one’s own regretful mother.
I thought my health problems were parasites.
Turns out it’s me.
I’m the bug that needs eradication
from houses that aren’t mine,
and places where I apparently take more than I give.
Just don’t step on me –
I might make a mess.
I’m pretty gross after all.