The Inventory

Lead in my capillaries and arteries,
Sugar and spit in my veins,
Anger and pink in my sinews and calves,
Down feathers red with paint in my head,
Legs too heavy to lift from the ground,
Arms too heavy to lift to the sky,
Eyelids too heavy to see good sights,
Mouth pressed shut to hold back white lies,
Fingers curled around needles and thumbtacks,
Bees swarming in the intestines,
Silver heart, valuable, but still not gilded,
Glass mind and bullet skull,
Shattered, dumb, moronic thoughts,
And an Ugly polyester soul.

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