I really hate the poem I posted a little while ago.
Instead of taking it down I am going to post a different one I like slightly better.

To be Cold: an Inhabitance

In here
the sickness has swelled
down to me

like in junior high when I swallowed
all of my anti-depressants,
a method of perpetuating
the experience a person alone
in bed.

Sickness is when the body remembers
that you’re the only one
who fits inside the self.