i am small
in this magnetic coffin
hands over heart
wrapped around a bulb
attached to the doctor
to squeeze if i need
to breathe
like a flower
i am a flower
who hears Nixon
in the radio
(they give me headphones
to muffle the noise)
i am a girl
with construction in my bones
& they will pull anything
to distract me
ache me & buzz me
‘til i don’t know how i feel
i feel taste
my teeth pull mercury
(they told me i might
taste metal)
i do not trust my feelings
i have a metallic sheen
& dancing hair
i remember you
don’t like to dance
(they told me i might
forget)
i feel like the last time
we laughed
when was the last time
we laughed
now it’s your turn
to do the convincing
tell me something
i used to find funny
i’d burn my body alive
to remember anything.
