You have to not
think about whose blood it is
dressing your route home

Your body is the world,

Mountains and valleys.

when day fades into night
and you’re lost in a sea of black-leather jackets
you open your mouth to scream
and only air comes out

My name was never Mary. There was no stained glass in the hospital.

Hey, operator. You having a good night?

I wish I was a flower. I wish people gave me meaning, and gave me to loved ones. I wish I was treasured. Yet, I am a person. I am a human.