I want to see my muscles and bones
I want to see the tissues that make up
this fractured body
I want to write my favorite
poems on the insides of my eyelids
so I see beauty when I blink
I want to unzip my skin and shake off the dust
gathered from years of being
unused and untouched
I want to inspect myself on the inside
to see my body work together when my brain sleeps
coauthoring my breath
instructing me to keep living.
I want to see the make up of me
and try to retrace my muscle memory into something new
string my tendons into bows
wrap my veins into vines around my mothers' garden
so she sees the tattered reasons why I can't help her bloom.
I want to see if there's more to me
or less of me
most importantly I want to see if you're still carved into my stomach
knots leaving scars.
I'm curious
if my insides are more beautiful than my outside

Love radiated from every word she'd say
And I'd be stricken with a saccharine urge
My heart would lurch and I could only obey

The swelling romance because c'est
la vie with its unrelenting scourge
Love radiated from every word she'd say

The trials and misfortune of day
In such a plastic mind converged
My heart would lurch, and then I'd obey

Expressing myself kept regret at bay
I held faith, let my submarine submerge
Love radiated from every word she'd say

We'd talk about coauthoring - "we may"
And maybe the chance will some day emerge
My heart would lurch, and then I'd obey

"If we don't work, we can always play
Until you and I are on the verge..."
Love radiated from every word she'd say
My heart would lurch, and then I'd obey