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Headaches, coughing fits, neurasthenics and saint vitus dancers
To you who wheeze and sneeze and bawl
Get out from my bed I cannot name you
Stumbling forward on cracked hooves
Who’d have thought I’d grow up and grow horns
They make monsters wait in line like other men
Have you ever met anyone?
To hold something my hands could not crush
No, no medicine
Planned wound, opens like a wet flower
Stitches slip and won’t hold
Find life even here
When I must feed my python hair
Am I not deserving of love?
Who would pay to see a bird bleed, anyone?
