Process is not aware of me / it is moving undetected in my chest / I imagine the flaws in my arteries / asymmetric cells / the spleen is purifying / one hopes / but it really isn’t necessary
Two weeks ago I found a scorpion hiding under the towels in our house
I crushed it with a tissue
placed it in the bathroom trash
It’s hard to think of context here / As it all seems to overlap
my instinct tells me the scorpion does not belong / it does not take up much space
In the trash / An animal is an animal / It’s hard to go beyond
with everything pushed into itself / body into body
all of it wanting its own space
