the sin of being me
is punishable
through inside and outside means

and my brain can only get so far
in forgiveness
when it’s constantly fighting against itself

and my body seems to cling to living
as it falls apart
and resolves towards innumerable lifetimes

and my soul only ever seems to
chill inside/beside
all this angst going on around and around and around

but the dark part of me
[brain?]
[heart?]
[body?]
[other?]
it keeps reminding me
that i am punishable
i should be punished
through some means

hold my beer
i’ll do it
myself

[‘if you want something done right,’
right?]