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someone beautiful told me
to write about the bad things
but it’s hard not to think
that what’s been bad
is deep inside my body
i think about goodness sometimes
but my arms and legs are just teeth
and my teeth always ache for something
better than me
i’m hungry for goodness
it’s been this way since
i was born into badness
and everything thinks i say that
just because it’s easy
but my knowing has never been easy
i flay myself because the pain is coping
someone beautiful told me
to write about the the bad things
but so much has been bad
and so much is just me
maybe i can get what’s inside me out
and be just a little less ugly
if i show it to other people
in a way that’s pretty
i was never supposed to have a body
god put me inside myself to test himself
and maybe he wasn’t really god
but that never really mattered
because he rubbed my matted head
as he tightened my chains
and he told me
“i’m going to make you good.
“i’m going to take your evil
and teach you.”
i was locked up for very long
because hungry things
can’t be trusted to do anything
but try to eat
god held things in front of my muzzled mouth
and sang about the salvation of starvation
and maybe he wasn’t really singing
but it sounded so lovely
to kill myself and be saved
i was very hungry for very long
(i’m still hungry)
first, god taught me how to talk
i didn’t like all the words
they were just another way for me
to fail
but one day i said
“i don’t want to be hungry”
(i’m still hungry)
and god let me eat
i don’t remember what he fed me
i only remember asking
“can i be good now?”
(i’m still hungry)
i was never supposed to have a body
god put me inside myself
to kill me