tumoresque

mine are mostly
twee
compared with the cool
stuff indigenes write now

like
every day
I read at least 12 poems
I wish I could not understand

as they accumulate
some things in my body
get
denser

I feel a hot
goodfellow sense of shame…
but how could I
be to blame

when it’s in my body
in my brain the things grow
their insidious history
borne by white bones?