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Body MAG
July 17, 2023
Body
(Night three)
I wear plastic wrapped blue gloves
Like a scientist, my body the subject
I push the limits of my own bones for fun
I pry my brain open to peek what’s inside
I pull my eyebrows apart to see how they fall
I wear goggles when I go out with friends
For the inevitable reaction—an eruption
My lips are a ticking bomb
Waiting to go off
I count the minutes until
The blow destroys them all
I wear a lab coat to bed
And when I dream, I see reports
Tools, blood, organisms
I see visions, results
Failed tests
Maybe my body is better off unstudied.
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This poem talks about viewing one’s own body as a science experiment to be studied, and pushing it past its limits. It also touches on self-esteem issues and how all of that can culminate in blowing up on those you love.