i am tired of my body hoarding these

                       useless bits and pieces.

there are three of us in here,

three skulls, six eyes, seventy-two ribs,

                       ninety-six                  teeth.

somewhere, there is a field cat

                       that snarls and howls and tears at its ears

                                          the way we do.

i can't sleep. i pace.

there are three of us in here.

actually, there are six               or seven.

                                         aripiprazole

                                         propranolol

                                         lamotrigine

                                         lithium carbonate

                                         can you say our names?

i can't sleep. i count my molars

                      and wake up                        without a tongue.

there are three of us in here

                      and a whole lot of

                                                                         nothing.

i am tired of my body hoarding these useless bits

                      and pieces. i am tired of counting my breaths

like they are blessings, always on my knees

                     hands twisting

                                                                        and twisting

                                                                        and twisting.