I do not work without armour. No bare stomach saves this body
from my bosses. Today’s delusions brought to it by parasitosis.
Picking at what’s there, stupid. Immune this skin. Dare it, bitch.
Itch when my boss is near. Dare dare, little one. Skin thickens post
scratch. Cottage cheese build up. O Muses, before this body inurns,
Athena reforms Phoenix. Miley so hood, she my bosses best
friend. Gregor reconciles toe jam on Maundy. Scrubs post polished
feet fit for housing. Feminist men really know when their talking
about me. Got hoes in different area codes. My librarian
goes rogue. She says, “this space don’t fit your addy, please leave
Robert Borden at the door.” I say to her “Librarian,
though you fall besidethis body, let none shrink from fighting.”