I am my own tapeworm,
stuck inside myself.
Every turn is a cramp
in confines of intestine hell.

In the hall, I hung
a purchased painting
I picked out just to please,
but now it reminds me
of the wet worm
I asked to leave.

I am my own tapeworm;
give me something to eat.
Hand myself a menu
to let me choose for me.

Susan Amberson is a white twenty-something barista in upstate New York with a useless degree and really great friends. She has been a writer since she could hold a pencil and a weirdo for her entire life.