By Cheveyo Baker

My doctor said there’s fog in my bone marrow

Whatever that means.

The spaces where my joints have separated

And blood congealed.

How long, is what I ask

But he looks back

Puzzled

This condition isn’t physical

You brought this on yourself

It’s all your fault

Repent!

Repel!

Sin!

I run,

It’s all I can do

I run to escape my own fog

But it stays with me, buried deep

Buried in my DNA

In my skin

In my head

I kick and I scream

Get out of me!

Leave my body!

Repent!

Repel!

Sin!

It didn’t work.

It didn’t leave.

There’s still fog in my bone marrow