I am

I took a razor blade
and cut a valley
at the nape of my left hand
and from there
from where a river flowed
I pulled veins
tendons white and blue
I stretched them taut
in the air
and plucked a song

I am tendons
veins like guitar strings
meat pulled back
I am hair
white nails

I am yours
with bare chest
dissected back to my heart
where a wood box sits
containing fragments
of what my life is
the comedy of what it was
and the promise
of what it will be

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