And So I Trust My Body. And Time. And Sleep.

i don’t know
what it is
my aversion to medicine,
exactly: i just
can’t bring myself to
take it

something about
all those
that i simply
don’t understand
(can’t even pronounce):
i don’t
trust it.

i should have been
alive back when
used to pull weeds
and berries
and bark and mushrooms
from the earth
to heal themselves.

i often
pine for that
knowledge, but
it’s no use:
even if i knew
the recipes,
there aren’t any wild plants
to be found
anymore. just
and windows. and
road signs.

and advertisements.


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