I am a tangle of maladies.
Do you see this foot?
It hangs like a broken tooth on a
shredded tendon now.
It hangs like a busted
They were not spared.
No, they twist
like spools of wild string flung
recklessly down a flight of stairs.
My hands were not spared
As my eyes were not.
My pupil stays stained,
iris bleeding, veins splintered
like bone fractured by blunt blows.
It is the hoards of visions, it is the
vicious hour of digestions.
I distend with voice and common
indignation. You seek the anomaly
like a slipping tide seeks the shore.
You've touched my tendons
but want none of it -
the seas caresses drive me mad!
Stop brushing my ankles!
You see my leprotic lashes,
my torched tongue!
but only reach for a sliver of