after anne sexton
12/3/2015
Here is a vivisection,
my dull operation,
cutting into my epidermis,
pulling out maggots and rat pups,
scuttling across the scalpel,
Armillaria inside of my tendons
this itself is: a deposession,
a sort of pneumic
inquisition, the
paucity of the gold striking someone
sick running down my shoulders
quadriplegic in motion,
temperament boiling
hissing now stovetop unattended
foaming at the mouth falling into the hot ,
moving and finally
over the edge the foam sick bile like
Sliding onto the voided floor
stitch me back up.