Poem (?) from August 31st, 2008.

"Worry"

I think the dead cat I drug from the street made me sick
My hands itch, I'm feeling lightheaded
Maybe it was the carnival air - all the flies and garbage, or maybe
I contracted leprosy from someone in the E.R. waiting room
And there's a worm in me, I know it,
From the water I drank while touring the favelas
Of Rio de Janeiro