Our Bodies

Sutures

thanks for being my map
guiding me through the valleys
and
the abandoned motel rooms of my body
the boat
sailing through the rough seas of my blood stream
the band-aids that heal my torn up skin
the way you heal me
where can I begin
you drown me in Neosporin
you stitch up my mouth
you suture my limbs to my torso
constructing me like a straight jacket
I only thought you were keeping me warm
I didn't notice the fire and the burns you left behind
you played music for me
those guitar strings built blisters on your thumbs
you said you were out of practice
I was out of time
Get out of your head
Get out, dig in instead
I take a hard look inside of you
Harder than shards of glass
The pressure was too much
I crumble like ice
well isn't that nice?
you wouldn't know nice if it hit you like a truck
you wouldn't introduce yourself to nice if it was your
doctor
preforming those sutures
healing your cuts
and burns
but who's going to heal mine?