I promised to see it all again
ragged and hemmed by too many stitches
I still pick at it, unthreading hairs,
clutching tweezers, pulling and probing
pull back the bedding, re-run the tear -
unsafetied and unhinged, tinkling
said just say out loud, such things
but you don't know I'm up now
just enough so I can hear you
as you are with the excision of
our life's exposed here early
to radiation, steep and strong
whir, click, whir - see this with you now,
over chemical peels, straight out
as long as your hair, I feel privilege
that's what I said 'lucky to have...'
no one got deeper, but that's your
burden not mine love, your malfunction
as long as it takes eh
no, no, not for you fledgling
* Songs Are Also Prayers
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