and so I surrender
what I recall and all I am;
(assortment of dreams and vital organs
screen time and shopping lists
and feelings I’ve forgotten
in a body I could live without)
waiting in the rain
for the doctor to call
on my knees by the lights like a dog
begging for a bone
or a spell to take my will
and wash away my name
tell me what it takes
and give me anything
I’ll swallow any anticurse
if you can’t fix me
with a blessing.
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