Inside Out

Outside the bones are pale,

visible, crooked, inflamed.

Inches of neon

fill sensitive parts

of my anatomy.

The skin is paler still,

wrapped in fur

like a rug,

like a quilt


like armor.

My memory

explodes like

alphabet soup.

Spilling words

like Andy Warhol

drew Hollywood.

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