what weighs heavy on my chest, on all of my limbs like tacks or stones -
I'm held down, held back, held together with spit and top-soil
bleeding out I filled the bath and could only laugh
no bad left in me,
only things that are sweet and unnecessary

like folds in sheets or stained carpet, I'm there
like an incision I exist to remind you that it does happen, will happen

you're not so alone that you cannot catch fire