Prologue
Every beat a velcro rip-tearing
mind-soft whispers to myself
this does not matter this
is not spilled blood
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Chapters
Every beat a velcro rip-tearing
mind-soft whispers to the self
this is not breathing this
is sewered closed-eyed
sighs of were-there
Sticky with edges to sink
little barbs of backing up
cannot-will not-could I
ease stranglehold thick
beneath the collarbone
A series of chemicals sit
flush with red and grey
an orange would be
at once too piercing
and yellow a farce
Feet imprinted gravel
knees know secrets of
dust of forgotten change
gleaming sickly of moonlight
and no goddesses there
Science be a savior
find organs to be muscle
observe colors to be refraction
bring the sum of numbers
echoing no memories
There the beat to pound again
merely reflex nothing to note
certainly no spurs of bone
born in the mind and no tendon
bound to the sternum of me
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