Cranial drain 
the fluids from my brain
Sop it up with a piece of
stale bread
            Can
you taste my dance of medical
            tests,
florescent lit and dizzying?
            Can
you taste my mouth 
            when
they call to say
            nodule
in lung in breast in skull 
I seep open
I mourn 
Go ahead, expose me 
Tear me open
Rip off this flimsy paper
gown that 
shrouds me like the ghost   I am
floating through hospital
corridors 
through chambers with
automatic 
doors that open and close
on whim 
on gurneys that always
smell
the same
Go ahead, drain me
I’ll radiate I’ll radiate
I radiate 
I shine I shine from that
hole
they burrowed in my belly
I shine so damn bright the
hospital 
staff can barely see me
I seep open
I disappear
I radiate 
I radiate 
 
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