So what if he's feeling
a little
revolting this morning—
so what—of those rough
teeth, shaggy
eyes, long
cheeks—of his crumpled
neck, back, grace-
less shoulders slumped-
up inside somebody
else's old cardigan?
Is he not entitled?—are we all
not just a little
bit sickening all of the time?
So what if he was just
up all night puking straight
coconut fat and black-
berry seeds?—here he is
at work today pissing-
time laughing—oh
can you not see
the fecundity—rotting to life inside
this breed of foulness?
Can you not agree?—some kinds
of disease
simply cure one's need
for medicine—
