My eyes are marbles
on the playgrounds of children.
Your hands are
electrical probes
soldered to a car battery
I want to attach them
to different places
on my body and
die happy
my ribs
encase nothing
there is emptiness
where my heart should lie
but
a simple electric pulse
wire- cut and sparking
gives life
just as a marble connects
with another
knocking it out of the circle.