SPLICING

SPLICING

never the halves myth felt so real

as it feels for me as it does right now:

i'm half-skinned, it seems that, anyhow

all the front of my body, somehow

had been ripped: there's nothing to conceal

my heart, my liver, my blood flow,

my guts pulse, then my lungs blow,

my spleen, my stomach, my kidneys show.

it is like that i'm missing all protection,

it is no longer a matter of satisfaction,

i'm exposed to the world and disease.

you took half of me, i need to hold and flow

all your body into mine; would you, please,

lest i die of exposure, with bloodthread it sow?