I dip my finger into boiling water
I feel no sensation.
The gurgling, surging, brimming water leaves no mark.

Maybe, I can't feel.
Maybe, the mechanism that allowed me to experience broke long ago
and I've been swimming in a pool of jello purgatory ever since.  
Maybe, I'm broken, with a huge **** down my body that all the thread in the world couldn't stitch up.

Maybe, maybe I never worked at all

and so I'm left floating in the bathtub of boiling, burning water and faceless poetry