amputate 

you tell me
let's
sever 
from the static--
un-electric &
dull--
do you believe 
in keyboards?
the grey television
snow is coming
down hard--
hushing at the 
door frame--
count
my limbs again--
1, 2, 3-- where
are my eyelids now?
how
will you
use the glass tips
of my fingers? 
this is art 
in the making--
the first act of 
coming apart is
the sun breaking
free from a notebook
page-- God sobbing
in the cold dew--
his world so cyclically 
born-- who
will hold my
heart when 
it's time to sleep?
cup it in their
hands & plug
it into the outlet--
i don't trust
your static fingers--
sever yourself
for me if you still
believe in your
wifi woman hood--
our signals 
blink-- ripples--
meet me in the 
vivid green of
the circuit board
that i severed from--
we always come back--
our electric selves--
breathing-- the rise
& fall of chests--
inhale light--
rest your fingers
on my keys & i'll 
sigh as you type 
in me-- the click 
of sleet & tin
cans rolling in the 
driveway-- when
you watch my heart
be careful not to 
reply to her-- she
speaks a language of
charged tongue &
volatile thrash--
oh we were the only
pixel drum & there
in the dark of my bed room
you crouched in the corner--
cupping my charge--
face illuminated in
the unholy glow of
my screen-- 
when you pull out
the wires
from my blue veins
do it slowly & with
my pocket knife
that i keep in the
top drawer of my desk--
when the amputation
is over you
will be the only
one who will know
the briefness of lightning--
do you believe in 
my love for you-- do
you believe in these
bodies un-tethered 
to outlet--
i don't-- i believe 
in amputation-- in
another poem about
you holding me &
not knowing what
to do with my heart--
wondering how
long a night is
in my screen-- wondering
when you will
get to touch me next--
oh the words you
will type
in me are audacious &
lustful--
your desire echos--
amputated apparatus--
lay me out
for resurrection--
like Frankenstein's
monster-- 
you do  not truly
love someone unless
you are ready to
let them piece
themselves back together--
oh who oh who
do you call your 
maker? what
mad scientist sewed 
the first wire
& how did we know
we wanted more?
i want my heart back
now & all my chords--
you can touch me--please
please do--
rest your fingers
on my keys &
lean in-- caress the
timid incisions
where my skin
cracks into screen--
i hear you there--
spilling from
the outlet-- 
if you want i'll
hold your heart
tomorrow
night-- keyboard
click-- tree branches
smack windowpane--
i love my body wide
& password craving--
i love my tendrils
tearing through 
plaster & wood--
i love the
the satellite 
blinking beneath my
tongue--
that's the green
flash you 
see when you
kiss me--