Cough drops, pills, syrups and bandages

Compresses, home remedies, more pills still

Limited, gorgeously trapped in the vessel

That I think is myself

Like narcissism 

Is an inextricable part of my marrow

And locked like DNA 

Sore throat? Here’s how to ignore it:

Focus on your stubbed toe.

Don’t have one? Oh.

Try a little harder

These things take time

Mixed medications, self-medication,

Four hours in the sack

Nine more misplaced priorities on top of

A deadline that can’t be spent

And a healthy dose

Of well-intentioned malpractice

My body is a temple

And Blaspheme becomes me