You think you can fix me
Make me all better
Pour soothing words into
A china cup and spill it
Down my esophagus
Because tea
Always helps the sick,
Except the tea is cold and
It only chills my throat,
Leaves bitterness
In my mouth.
Your silken phrases
Burn me into higher fevers
Then drag me down in a
Rainy fatigue that I’ve tried
To block out of my life.
Those memories that I do
NOT want to remember
You seem to think will heal me.
You tell me they will heal me.
Listen to me when I say
Your formulations though
Inspirational and fit to print
And frame
Are viruses that imitate
Better things,
You only make me sicker.