Body, 12/12/2022

A poem

body

i despise you
i wish nothing more than to be free
of the cold, shaky hand gripping
the heart still within my chest
the warm, thick blood pumping rapidly
faster than the heels of the salsa dancer
i watched with my father as a kid
my head is snapping 
flipping its skirt towards the sun
horrifically fluorescent 
beautifully scorching
you're a mess.