storytime

Every body has a story – 

a sad past climbing with big

bad wolves and evil 

stepmothers propogating 

like cockroaches. Injuries,

diseases, are so much easier

to accept when they come

wrapped like a myth or a fairytale

villain, instead of being the

cannibalistic bastards that they are

chewing your future and your present

happiness up from the inside 

in an invisible coup d’états;

just remember when you see me, 

her, him, you crawling and lumbering

heaving a disfigured self past, when

you think: why would she let herself go?

he needs to hit the gym – lay off the sweets – 

grow some new hair, skin, a new self – 

every body has a story.