Djeva think about germs —
stuff you can’t see
crawling all over everything —
inside your pyjamas — inside you —
slithering ’round around the sink
like invisible worms ? I do.
Sometimes it makes me feel
less alone. Actually, more than that —
it makes me feel strong — see,
I’ve never exactly been Lady Macbeth
in the basin department —
No one ever caught me with the taps
runnin’ all night and day.
There’s next to nothing I’d bother
to soap away. I even tell ‘m stay!
Here ye hear ye: let all creepy
crawlies on spoons, pillowcases,
wires up and down the lattice —
prepare now to challenge
her immune apparatus!
[Joust me harties, Joust.]
Maybe that’s why I’m still alive.
even after the heart attack!
Maybe my unsterilized body
learned how to fight back