ITCH

I am the hot shower
that runs too long
and cold cups of coffee
set aside and forgotten,
I make stains
and keep you awake for days.
I am the itch between ribs
expanding, subsiding, minimizing.
I am the rust on cheap jewelry
that you refuse to throw away.


But this,
this is bigger than I am.

—  Michelle K., My Doctor Wants Me to Define Myself.