Things That Are Incompatible With My Body

A blood infusion that goes wrong in a lot of ways.

My veins, cut like mouthy trilliums,

burst against the bathroom mirror.

Rorschach, you mock me now?

Now, when the plastic tubes

have convulsed at the kinks

and broken free of my flesh?

Three slanted openings--

two below the wrist, two above--

pulse sweet, dauntless scarlet

and show me what I contain.

I contain ironclad clovers,

the more the luckier.

They bloom from my cuts

are are cut down by gauze

and hospital tape. The doctors 

harvest all my lucky clover.

They put me on concrete 

so cold it seems wet

like the insides of a woman’s thighs

when she’s not in love.

Reviews

[raining]

there are lines that are really poetry, the poetry of the spaces opening, the last two lines very good.

doctors harvesting, that is good as well. remember to keep it as few words as necessary of course i should take my own advice. but yes, this has a nice movement to it.

[Kiel]

It is definitely amazing, I can't really be one to give sort of insights on this type of writing, as I'm not exactly a huge fan of this sort of thing. But it is well written, I can give you that! You'll do fine if you keep writing with imagery. ^-^

[KayleeLegend]

Wow. This is such a meaningful piece. It gave me chills with the haunting aspects that it has to it! You've got such a good flow of words, and it really shows in this piece. I feel for the person, and I'm sure all the other readers will too.

[Radioactive]

Truly gripping. The imagery is brilliant, and the emotion is really strong.

'Now, when the plastic tubes
have convulsed at the kinks
and broken free of my flesh?'