some arkless earth
March 1, 2018
i long to undo adolescence
restring my vocal cords,
make myself fit within the word child
become as sexless as a zygote,
then reflood my body with both hormones
like some arkless earth
trimmed of fat
i am mature in all the ways i’d like to not be
sometimes you let yourself fall silent
and those moments are just as bad
as your rabid screech & grind;
for a lost mosquito only leaves searching in its absence
somedays you needleprick my knuckles and arms;
others it’s my chest or hips. though the difference in scale
matters not, your whine rubs my eardrums
in all the wrong ways
a tree is not labelled by its disease; we do
not call pines rootrotted or blightbranched
(though i am afraid without symptom
i am without diagnosis)
why do you insist i am
in crisis, or in illness
i am not diseased nor blighted;
call me by my name
not in maldefiniton