Even if I am
altering daily
Even if I need
to swear
Even if my thoughts
are “evil”
Even if I walk
around in a daze, day after day
Even if my weight
decreases
Even if I put
it all back on again
Even if I can
no longer believe
In an all-male
model
Of the Godhead
Even if my heart
and mind are broken
Even if I rarely
know the date, day or time anymore
Even if I wash
my hands again
And again and
again and again and again
And again, and
don’t stop doing this all day,
Every single
bloody day
Of every single
bloody week
Even if