Bandaids are everywhere
Separation * Drugs * Food * Shopping * Netflix * Shaming and Blaming
BLAME IS A BANDAID
As long as that other person is WRONG
AT FAULT
THE BAD GUY
Then I don't have to feel my own pain and grief
I'm good at that one
But I have made a solemn vow
To keep releasing
releasing
releasing
The Shame and Blame
If we believe them - Poisons
masquerading as righteousness.

Chocolate:
Lately I've been eating a bandaid for breakfast
Even when I'm not hungry
The signal that something big
is/was trying to throw up out of my belly
Core wounds spilling out every which way
Raw and trying to digest
The pain of the world
My own wounds
Ancestral wounds

My skin is crawling with discomfort
How long can I tolerate?
How do I get to the bottom of this fucker?
Thank god and goddesses and earth mother and father sky
that I have a bandaid
I don't know if there is a bottom
to this pain
it's still throwing up
I'm throwing up
Sorrow and grief
and powerlessness
Thank you, chocolate, assault my senses
Salty, mixed with my tears and snot.