Not Looking Deep Enough
It's not easy being the one who's never ready
while you lay, open,
naked of mind and soul,
chest split for easy reach.
I carve myself
a large canyon wound
through my middle.
I slide in a hand
and feel around for the answer
a selfish little demon
a skittish hunchback
a veracious loner
some self-destructive cog
After long nights
of careful disection,
still no answers are found,
only organs
older than myself.
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