my sheets -- THE WORLD
is po
king me
the gummy underside of band/aids
overscars to hold together :Skin
hold together( doubts
hold together denial)
like string string s
tring >
tied through -
-loops and
Stitches,',',','stitch,' me together
there's nothing wrong with me
there's nothing wrong with me
there's nothing wrong with me
:::at the end of my fingertips
sticky blood drips into the curve OF AN IVORY CERAMIC SINK
which is also my
Uncertain Identity
YOU ARE READING
In Which
PoetryA collection of poems about my experiences battling bipolar disorder, OCD, and addiction.
