Take small amounts of poison. Watch your hair
grow glossy, and your skin become more clear.
Your sight grows sharper. Distant things appear
Not close, as such, but more precisely where

they are in space. Yet do not overdose,
drink too much water. Let your body learn
and stop at once should stomach start to churn.
Careless would make it easy to get close

to death and not quite know it. There’s a price
for all that clarity. You start to die.
If poison doesn’t kill you, it will try.
I know because it’s killed me once or twice.

And yet I’ve loved, will ask to love again,
to buy such poetry with not much pain.


About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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