I feel adhesives
from monitor tape’s
adhered unabating
to five regions
on my torso
auditing my breath
the nasal gastric tube
ghosting weight
off my nose
still lingering
feeling, my body
dubious expiated junctures
from body spliced
puzzle placement
the blood splashes
from IV pricks
imprecisely piloted
I feel voices
discussing outside
my bedspace
the numbness
from the IV
alignment silencing
the nerve
making fingers frigid
or maybe it’s my hands
laid on my stomach
the clicks still echoing
with each staple pricking
clasping my stomach secure
The moans ring out
of those beyond the curtains
abreast me
the one with memory
dancing in a field
the needle I place in my stomach
to keep my blood thin
the hearts of those
surveilling me
lacerated on a table
not all things
contrived are idyllic
though once cut, I
would never be the same.
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