Chemical Prisons: Poetry

From "Re-Entry":
I left my heart at Terminal Tower,
Waiting for subway cars that never came,
Pounding pulse, ribs cracked back and gaping.

I left my virginity in a motel room,
Scratched raw from beards and condoms.

I collected strangers in my backseat,
But I left my lungs in your bedroom,
So I could smell you when I bled on rented sheets.

I performed electric transfusions in the dark,
With your blood circulating sparks inside me

I left my heart on the tracks at Terminal Tower,
And here comes the train,
Thirty years late.

I remember your teeth leaving marks,
Stripping me of muscle tone,
A living autopsy.

My organs lit up
Like Christmas lights,
Glowing blue against the stars.

Transform, you said.
And so I did,

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Chemical Prisons is my first collection of poetry.