Growing, shrinking
 I don’t take care of it
 ‘cause it’s “what’s inside that counts”
 And I’m scared of it--
 The way it binds me to the “physical world”
 How it reminds me:
 Life’s a leaf in October
 But there’s no “physical world”--
 There’s “no inside or out”
 Air flows through the mouth
 And into the blood
 I wanted to see
 In the third grade:
 Tiny
 Medieval sword--
 From my grandfather in Spain--
 Into my stomach
 Without pain
 Or discovery
 Through screams she found me
 So no insides came out
 I wake alone at night
 To my anxious heart
 Running wild in my chest
 A reminder
 That I have a body
 So it thumps harder: