I gracefully tip toe
With landfills on my head.
I’ve learned to wrap my feet with layers
That mask the ****** red.

I want to unravel in front of you
So my skin can breathe

But I’m afraid these hideous injuries
Will scare you and me.

I’m crying from my nose
So I can say I’m sick instead.

But these are my little calls for help.

Don’t talk to me about self care
I’ve done yoga before.