The heart of everything
Practiced its averted glances
For my pleasure. I see how
These white blood cells attack me:
The Disease That Won’t Stop Smiling.
I weave in and out of drug deals,
The thread tying their whole empire together.
The winners, the ones who look
Ashamed, who turn down their eyes,
Who have nothing but vitamins
In their Coursing-River Urine.
When I enter the bathroom,
The mice all make way for Queen Rat, and I
Lift up my skirt to piss all over their
Shiny White Urinal.