Network Poem by Maya Hanson

I can be my own support group,
spiraling through my veins,
if you show me a tear duct I can make it a flood.

I am
loving these strangers
like I always have
but even more this time.

I can make my own support group,
I have neurons like family,
lungs like friendship,
blood like music.

I am
loving these strangers,
a network of knots we don't choose to see
until they singe our souls.

Breathing this in like it will disappear and never go away,
spreading my poison spikes of soft
on every inch of skin.

I am
loving my strangers,
after a glance I'm
treating them like friends.