lightning poem

I know the exact temperature of the inside of a human mouth

I know it when I step outside and it swallows me

and when I kiss my arm to fall asleep

and when I wake up to the current under my tongue

the ultrasound tech

said I looked scared

I think about telling her that was a rude thing to say

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a body is just a body

is just a thing to perform

experiments on

and decay

the animals in the museum

are carcasses too

I pull three hairs at random

none are attached to anything at all

the list of questions you never ask plays in my head

I want to be astonished

that phony psychic

saw my swollen heart when she touched my hand

anyone can tell you why

my face burns red

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anyway, I’d like to forget about grace

stumble forward

momentum sending me skipping

as a stone over ocean waves

two blocks away from your house

which I’ve never been to

lightning split the sky

into yours

and mine

now his