stitches

In the light, you can see my stitches.
Come closer and
you might find some loose ends.
Pick and unpick on them,
at your pace.

From my temple down the sides of my face.
My neck to my chest
around my breast,
keep going along the contours of my waist.
Bump against my hip bone
more pronounced than before,
spiral down the concentricity of my thighs,
look, they tried to make it hurt even more.

Don’t hold back, no bleeding occurs here;
Not anymore.
Keep picking and unpicking.

Flip me open, my heart still thumps,
those lungs, though stained with nicotine
still pumps. Pumps.
Eye my breakfast through my gut,
Alright.
Enough.
Now sew me up.