I Feel Fine by Ivy

I feel fine 
I need a hug
I feel fine
I want a touch
I feel fine 
like a spiky blob
a torture club 
it’s everywhere
a torture spiky blob club 
fuck 
I don’t want that thing in me
I’m not panicking 
yet
I’m not afraid 
yet
I’m not selfish 
yet 
I feel fine 
crown 
like on a queen
or a birthday hat
wreath
like on a door 
or a grave
garland
sounds so festive
like a party in my lungs
like beer
like Christmas Eve
I feel fine 
bulbous surface projections
like a penis
or shush kabobs
or thorns on a rose
I feel fine
viral spikes attacking my lungs
spiky proteins attaching to the host 
like a drunk friend at a party
I feel fine
ring-a-round the rosie fine
plague fine
scarlet fever fine
rheumatic fever fine
brain tumor fine
polio fine
fine and tired fine 
there’s a part of my body 
that I don’t like touched
who gave me that virus
we all fall down
politicians going down 
actors going down
shows and attractions going down
events and countries going down
schools shut down
restaurants shut down
fuck, bars shut down
cities shut down
fuck, we all fall down
hell don’t hug
fuck don’t touch animals
goddamn it 
buy a gun 
and shoot that fucking spike 
right off the lawn