Three Month Mark

I chewed the fingers off my hand and 

Told them to dig through medical journals 

Braided each study and statistic into a basket

Strong enough to hold the eyes 

I pried from my sockets

And tight enough to drink 

whatever wisdom was inside

To spit translations for

Groundglass

Diffuse Airspace 

There Is Atherosclerosis Of The Aorta And Its Branch Vessels 

Means to a kid who

Ate their own heart to stop it from bleeding so loudly

Let you and you and you lick the plate

With your “well that’s good news” 

Before asking me to quick

Change my salt soaked shirt to

Go out tonight and have fun

When what I really need is 

Your sharpest teeth and soft tongue

Some fingernails and the bone of your rib

To untangle the veins that have knotted

In my chest

Can’t you just

Fill your lap with my rendered nerves

Take your torso but

Leave your lips

On my temple

Until we scan her body again