My Virus

Sometimes I think of the virus. I think of what it
looks like.
I think of my precious cells.
I think of every organ, in vivid colour. The virus is
my child.
It is greedy.
I am so familiar with this creature.
It eats far too much. It devours my CD 4 cells,
my immunity.
In the early days, the new age taught how to think of
my cells as a space invaders game.
That I could shoot down the enemy.
The immunity, goes the theory, then builds up.
They taught us that it was then economically rational
to think of it more specifically.
This time it became Pac Man where you simply
consume all your enemies before they consume you.
But little is known about the virus.
Nobody can explain its nature.
And they didn't explain that my HIV is genetically
unique to me.
That my HIV is my very own individual HIV.
How convenient it would be to insist on my own body
simply sitting down.
Have you ever had a cold or flu?