This poem will make paper swans out of your discarded suicide notes

My Poems will make paper swans

My mother asks me why do I ⁣
Give my poems names ⁣
Like wheelchair, a crutch, ⁣
an inhaler⁣
A one bedroom beating heart⁣
Why can’t i call them ⁣
something prettier, softer, ⁣
less sick and more ⁣