I'm going south.
I'll take my chances with
Elephantiasis.
But I need warm.
I want willing
I crave deep kindness
To distend my self-consciousness.
I want to feel like myself again—
A spiritual shot of milk of magnesia,
Or maybe the truth is
I've barely evolved.
I still crave to squirm
In tropical climates
Like a parasitic worm.
-jenn long
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