we could have
been told not to
mistake people for hospitals
but before we are told
we have often learned
the hard way.

you were the only
asylum i'd commit to
but i am denied
admission or prescriptions
because i'm not good
enough a mess
for you to care;

i couldn't find cures
so now i collect sicknesses;

on all fours
i am asking you
to do me the honor
of being
my flesh-eating
disease