The place I'm staying in is my body She makes my decisions She rolls my eyes Every dress I wear is hers Having a body means nothing is really mine on the inside Hardly out of my mother yet and my cries don't belong to me My credit card is food to make my body stay still But that puts me in debt And she wants to run because she needs me to pay rent My body has issues with me that I don't understand What's the problem if I don't want to move? I think. If I want to smoke why can't I? If I want to thrash around my room and break her. Why can't I? Why does she love so easily? Why does she want to be alive so badly? The bodies around me own their tenants Their tenants are owned by other bodies Our bodies are like children who cry when hungry There are some things that need to be articulated There are no more lives left to live and my body is grasping on to me like a lifeline At the same time she's trying to stop me from drowning She needs me to feel immortal Even though I already am