It’s said that laughter 
is the best medicine: 

so I stand under bloated sky 
laughing, in the muck 
cackling, in the growing tempest
while crowing at the gods—in defiance of
mire creeping up my ankles, in spite of lightning
slithering 
down spine. 

Science can’t save me 
when the moon draws blood.

CA Scarborough (she/her) is a Southwest Florida poet who writes to process everything. She frequently explores themes of surviving abuse, chronic illness, self-discovery, healing, and the complex roles and expectations of women in society. When not writing, she is a mother, wife, crazed-cat lady, and full-time marketing assistant. Her past work appears in publications, such as The Altar Collective and Love Your Rebellion.

Instagram: @kitschylich.writes