i thought you’d be here, by now

i am looking for you
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and your cadavers

open me up, like they promised,

delineate the insides dismissed casually,
perpetually, the insides of me
forgotten

your scalpel is the light
your hands, tools for healing

throw out the anesthetic,
dig into the outline anyway

i am pusing, impatient
for you, to know

for me, to feel whole

z

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