power out one long hour
bare-back lying, fat heat rising /
escape plans
two steel buckets of ice I’ve
plunged my wrists into deep
quarter-of-a-day deep and sweltering, the doctor thumbing
her lip, murmuring bout blistering on the
inside
/ with both braces fastened,
I’m a bionic woman
I am sweeping out entire grocery shelves
I am swimming though this rainstorm
forearms first
I am dreaming forward fast flush
of the night, of carefully arranging myself,
all the pieces, around
you
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