maybe in heaven, we won't be sick

(six hands) one body

weeping woman with axe (split in twain from the bottom up)

cat head unstitched (skull full of many glistening eyeballs)

veins in the skin of the walls (womb room)

someone unfamiliar in my head, (it's not her, it's not you) i'm afraid, please make it leave

the bugs the bugs the bugs the bugs (they hide on the undersides of kindnesses)

she's painted in our colors. she's wearing our rings. her voice comes from our mouths.

"light up the room," she says.