Some Bland Taste Poem by Evan Histed

It hurts where it shouldn’t
It hurts when it shouldn’t
It’s sad when it shouldn’t
It’s not cool when it should
I don’t like it
I don’t want it
But yet I opted for its claws in me
And my skin is where it sinks its teeth
And my soul is where it goes to drink
And my heart is where it lays its eggs
My feet are where it sits
My chest is where it sleeps
My head is where it hurts
My stomach is where it lurks
It doesn’t want to go away
It doesn’t want another home
Its only chosen me
And hasn’t even touched...