Cachexia by Max Ritvo
Today I woke up in my bodyand wasn’t that body anymore.
It’s more like my dog—for the most part obedient,warming to mewhen I slip it goldfish or toast,
but it sheds.Can’t get past a simple sit,stay, turn over. House-trained, but not entirely.
This doesn’t mean it’s time to say goodbye.
I’ve realized the estrangementis temporary, and for my own good:
My body’s work to break the worldinto bricks and stickshas turned inward. #Poetry