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ADDICTION - ADMINISTRATION - IDENTITY
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my skull learned fluorescent signals
wires threaded into my spine
every prayer translated into procedure
until god started sounding like machinery
I taste it under my tongue now
affection arrives in pharmacies
love dripping through intravenous methods
I’m modulated with pills buried under tongues
my mind is a shell
cameras through observation glass
nurses chart my pulse in blue ink
microphones form webs through ribbons in my ribcage
capturing every fractured confession
and every artificial heartbeat
screws hold my fracture together now
even my pulse sounds manufactured
a mechanical body moves inside my outline
wears me through administration
neon corridors hum through my blood
rubber gloves adjust the machinery under my skin
someone checks my vital signs
monitors translate my pain into numbers
clipboards scrape against the feet of my bed
dosage schedules taped beside electronic monitors
my body becomes revised to regulation
my suffering muted
grief behaves like hardware
desire rewritten
I pray for calibration
I seek sedation
I invoke chemical firewalls
I grovel at the altar
teeth stained with wine
pour worship into me
through liquor
tear into me under hospital lights
adjust me with metal instruments
rid me of innocence
searching for the errors
that kept me surviving
I don't know poetry terms but it's the rhythm and punch of each word you choose, sounding like unravelling bramble, complex, capturing the manufactured intelligence. Also, I'm a sucker for things that are mouthy and verbose. The more complex and tangled it is but still streamlined, the more it sounds good in my head- and fun to speak. I'm going to try reading this out loud.
Oh fuck. I really like this one. So far I think it's your best.