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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