disease

when you fell 

like a disease

i caught you 

now i can’t shake

the sickness from my heart

mind or body.

it feels like a rock inside 

of me; drowning; concrete

on my feet

a siberia, an east river,

a bedford stuyvesant

of sorts, a prison, an
answer we all got wrong.

and don’t we all listen

to and secretly like

obnoxious pop songs?