The growth inside you, you can only
guess exists– the strengthening
malignant allium a tumor blossomed
& when your stomach fails to digest
you leave your house in pain to meet
me at the bar & fuck, you needed a job
with benefits but I, too, lack insurance
& down downers at happy hour. You
tell me nothing solid settles
anymore. What you eat eats you
& I fear, soon, you will not eat.