what is a girl if not a open wound

A series of sores

Viewed in flesh

Lumps where their presence

Is felt best

what is a girl if not a woman from venus

Beam’d down

To grace us with a ephermeral existence

Before--always a before--

Her life circuits out

Who are you if not Plato’s second person

Two souls,

Thunderously in love

only sever’d

By Zeus’s lightning dick

who are you if not a yowling cat

Demanding my presence then yelling

When my hand touches some wound

Too close

To your furr’d belly

who am i if not a caregiver on call?

rousing from sleeps

Seductive silence

to deliver miracles

to demanding patients

who am i if not

a ordinary angel in extraordinary times

i stare at the screen

Filled to the brim with important boredom

And wonder how i can transcend

My open wound: a eye

on the fucked up ness of my mind.