veins

i am a stranger
to my
body
mind
all
self .

put me on
the shelf .
examine .

i'm not like
that glass
vase

i'll be falling
down .
i'll be spitting
shards
no matter
how well
god guards

glue them
with your
waters
to get
new
ornaments
each
time

fill me up
with yours
see the cherry
lines
crawling off .

that's
my veins


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