Poem 2

Show me how to dismantle a soul

There has to be some mechanism holding it together
Some part where the springs are rusty or the glue’s weak
Some crack I can get my fingers into and pry it apart

Show me how to look at myself without blinking
Show me how to meet my own eyesIt’s harder than it sounds

Show me exactly how weak I am
The moss growing on my arms is weighing me down
The rust is catching up to me

And I’ve never been more terrified