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Sometimes I will post
A story on my insta
Discussing ED’s

People often joke
Ha! Erectile dysfunction?
I laugh it off

Why correct? It’s easy
to pretend and think in terms
Of beginnings and ends

Those thoughts I once had
are long forgotten, like dust
left to sit through time

But those thoughts deceive
They ricochet hushed to
Rip me in pieces.

Always risking mine,
should I laugh at Viagra?
for its ‘gift of life’?

I need therapy
I’ve been told repeatedly
But who has the time?

Plus, who wants to hear
A privileged girl talk shit
About her body

The best I can do
Is share encouraging posts
on insta stories

Maybe the message
Will uplift someone in need,
Maybe one day, someone

Who shares that label.
weak in the knees, someone else

Disordered like me.