Meraki by Valerie Parente

I’m okay
spilling my guts
into everything
that I touch.

I don’t mind
crying blood
because it shows me
what I’m made of.

I’m content
throwing up
all the words
that I love.

I’m at peace
putting a piece of me
into everything that I do
so that when this body decays
a little piece of me lives on with you.