These are my introductions.

I don't believe in first names,
I'd rather hand you a vein
to string on your finger;
a delicate ring.

If we're already opening up,
you might as well crack my ribs,
and just take,
what you
can find.

Placing bets upon whether
my organs, vital or not,
have been destroyed by
booze, pills, smoke, and other
narcissistic carcinogens.

These at-home surgeries, have
become a speakable act that
we perform on ourselves,
a daily dose of
morbid

Diathesis.