Old

Of course I felt ugly
Letting my chest to give way to new air
Looking at my fingernails gather dirt over time
Thinking about the way the doctors first held me
Like an animal thing, stupid and new
The last time I cried I was just tired

A good sweat carries away dead skin
And I grind my old, old teeth

One day stood so still so I could feel my cells multiplying
The next day had to catch up
I do not remember that one at all