It’s the season of sickness.
The ruminant roars,
disarms me with hunger,
Feeds me
poison, contagious
violence; ****** of my
Control, spiller of
my Secret:
‘I am gross.’
Bathroom lights stare at me,
Toilet flushes betray my ears.
Only Courage,
Hanging on
the edge of a lash, leaking
with every pause of breath,
can save me.
written October 2016