Just like I lick my wounds I have been licking
my pink Himalayan salt lamp praying for ions
to heal me I know I shouldn’t swallow
the industrial grease will clog my arteries

I can’t help it I get such a rush from putting things in my body
that I shouldn’t Small pieces of rocks and crystals
My beloved’s fingernail clippings The pop tabs
from his pamplemousse la crioxs I know

I’m a sucker for a medical emergency I like the way
it makes me feel alive right after it makes me feel
dead And the way I sleep after I have sweat through
my Banana Republic button down after

I tear the buttons off and save them for later