If you had opened the door, and saw me the way I thought everyone did,
You’d see a skeleton sitting in an armchair
She’s missing her left arm, from the elbow down,
wilting, as if trying to see something closer, as if it were important,
blooming from her skull, wide cracks… canyons through her pearl bone
and in her hand, a brain.
You’re not quite sure if it was once hers
or a stranger’s
She’s clutching it, digging her sharpened fingers into it,
Holding back just enough
But you opened the door,
and saw a human body made of glass
with fairy lights weaving their way through each limb
and roses blossoming from her mind
and she turned and looked at you
and you actually saw at her
because you were actually looking for me