there are days
when i imagine
- cutting my tongue off
- smashing my teeth on the sidewalk
- breaking the longer arm bones in half
- smashing my skull like a light bulb
- being cut like a piece of meat to grill and put on a sandwich
- having my blood sucked out of my body with a straw
- each nail pulled off
- skin peeled off of me with a cheese grater or a casual peeler
maybe this could be my funeral note, unless my body has become poisonous and cannot be fed to hungry cannibals
or unless iโve become a cyborg already.
