going inward, further inward
sitting inside of ourselves
your legs tucked under, your hands folded flat
licking the dust off what is old and
breaking in what is too new like
baby knees on the pavement. this is how
we grow up: stand up straight so the skeleton stretches to the bottom. turn around for daddy to see. move that way so i can see your brain, too.
does it fit, does it
fit? do you like this one?
step out of the body closet
if the hip bones are tacked too tight
to the skinny waist. bigger sizes in the next aisle. and the hair, and the hair?
there are other ones for you to
match to your head, when your skull
appears.
YOU ARE READING
OPEN-BRAIN SURGERY
Poetryshoved a needle in my brain and now my head won't stop bleeding
