The ComeDy of Women

I tug at the metal handle protruding from my intestines

invisible, homeopathic bag filled with shit- like cures like

I’m a gummy, runny bowel, numb.

They say “all hail the motherboard”

I said bullshit

until it flipped outward onto my ochre skin

tanned from healthy living

pustulating comedones

humming hives-

an expression of volcanic bees

We take the antihistamine

suppressing m o r e

while pointing lead flowers at one another

shouting for the collective

They call it an autoimmune disorder-

our silly bodies fighting ourselves

WomenHighRisk

another pillow cover for violence

A he made it on social media:

how to

emotion

women

discourse of Mars and Venus

in retrograde.

A thousand paper cuts to fester

a badge we wear self-L E S S-

virgins

in the same comedy

no one asked.