I had forgotten how good my life was
until I was knee deep in a flood of pitied anecdotes
formed by my own consciousness
they trickled in slowly at the beginning,
flowing incrementally faster like a filthy river.
the same blood in our brain feeding our thoughts and feelings
also perfuse each inch of our physiology
all the way down to the fingertips and toes.
bad words get into your skin and into your heart
a sinister presence like a terminal disease
when spoken aloud they get into the walls, the floors,
forming words isn’t difficult, and they can’t be taken back once said
but make them full of gratitude and inspiration
and your body will thank you