my moving brokedown body is
blind to its path and the delicate grinding gears
moving mechanical limb after mechanical gut
and metal skin.

what configuration of bone can you imagine?
how do you suggest I rebuild myself?
go on; sink your hands into my disassembled skeleton,
like a bucket of lego, would I
be better with a jaw on my hip
or thighs opening from my armpits?

be creative. be the fevered imagination of
evolution making simple animal bodies
plastic in human hands.