I am a thing of many heartbeats
many walls, many minds.
and some men mark out the ways
ten by ten
by twenty-five
that I can be laid out on a plate
losing count at organelles and
organelles in the tight dry skins of
the mothership organelles.
I’m not in these pages, dearest,
flattened, candied red and blue.
but still you reach, tweeze apart bones
for tiny minds, for glowing truth in lives
crushed flat on a slide of glass
trickle acid on my cuts just to burn me more
and dearest
I thought you said you loved me before.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
I am a thing of many heartbeats
many walls, many minds.
and some men mark out the ways
ten by ten
by twenty-five
that I can be laid out on a plate
losing count at organelles and
organelles in the tight dry skins of
the mothership organelles.
I’m not in these pages, dearest,
flattened, candied red and blue.
but still you reach, tweeze apart bones
for tiny minds, for glowing truth in lives
crushed flat on a slide of glass
trickle acid on my cuts just to burn me more
and dearest
I thought you said you loved me before.
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