each of my
cells is
crazy
my body
is the largest
lunatic asylum
in the world
trillions of them
un-straightjacketed
loose within the walls
of my shape
you can see
the hairs on my
arms & back
of my neck
stand on edge
from their
mad membranes
pressing
just beneath
the surface of
my flesh
sometimes
i pour cups
of wine
on them
& they temporarily
fall calm
but then the next day
they're buzzing
madder than ever
like an angry swarm
of microscopic bees