a bee on your eyebrow
an itch on your elbow
a blister on your toe
a stone in your chest
a spider where you nest
a gun against your head
you think you’re next
water in your lungs
a song unsung
an anvil above your head
you stare at it in bed
a stitch coming undone
pills melting in mouth
you sit in your room,
staring at the ceiling
you wait
for the gun to go off
you wait
for your veins to start clearing
