Lick it up. The fertility differs from person to person. Slow cascading urination; way of life; unwanted guests. Will you press the flowers I gave you? In glass? Are you hovering, or just laying on your back? Day by day, the mold I smell in this hospital gown... Spiders weave around my head. Silk curtains for my bed. So, would I live this life’s brief span? Roll me. Ween me. Leave me on my side. Encore medicaid. Loose hair I wrap around. Vultures swarming, waiting for the bill. I can see their reflections. Dollar store smell.