Now I know why I’m a poet,
sickness always leaves the mouth
last
sickness as in—a condition to expel
nausea that doesn’t want a home in me
it wants the world to see
it for what it’s hidden/
hidden as in-kept secret
a sickness of secrets
a coughing
a sloughing
a trophy
for courage to spill it
regardless who tastes it/
courage as in a backbone
as in valor
a valuable
as in worthy,
an heirloom//
pain leaves the body
fizzes out
drinks of itself
delivers itself
to another host
who might possess
the strength to
drink of this sickness
as in,
a condition to expel/

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