No, it is not like that brocade and silk
you remember in the your mother’s house.
Nor is it to be pitied or skulked away from,
as if it too had a choice as to where to live.
Rather the mucous-cyst of the moon
given freely to earth’s residents by the sun.
If you make a wish on a star, be careful
of all the other stars clustered around that one.
Jealousy breeds envy, and, from greens,
yellows grow. It is not only fabrication.
Still, we would have preferred other news.
If we come to visit you, pretend you are well.
In the event you have trouble understanding
what’s been happening in your glands,
your lymph nodes, begin again as a child.
Sound things out. Refer to pain as ouch.
In order to live with boils, rashes, and hosts
yes, you must become yourself. Parasitic.
Need those who most rebuke you. Crave
what you can’t have, wear the hair shirt
to bed, and carry your sins on a chain
around your neck, especially the Christ,
whose exit, impeccable, from gangrenous
rags left in a tomb, mimics the butterfly.