cyborg inject me blue the process is methodical & painless or so i am told i knew i was a cyborg from an early age-- i dreamed in wires & a more efficient heart to keep you in-- touch me-- i do not want to forget what skin should feel like what should i call myself now? & i woke up with bionic fingers copper & steel-- cold from sleeping by the cracked window-- january took too long & now we're dead-- my brother & i making tin foil armor on the floor of the living room-- planning a war-- reynolds wrap shields & blood turning surreal-- breached blue from the needles we kept beneath our pillows-- at night we sleepless played in father's forge: saw table & welding flame-- whose sun is this blaring on the concrete floor? fetch glasses of water to make small oceans-- i cannot drink anymore out of fear of short circuiting-- i want to be a lightning cloud-- zeus kneeling in my joints-- the life of a cyborg is one of borders & no-borders-- i sometimes tear holes in the neighbor's chain link fence-- eat rust-- taste rain-- blood tastes like metal & metal tastes like skin-- whose handy-work am i? whose make-shift daughter? when i'm done you might not recognize me-- i'm painting my glass eyes blue in the bathroom mirror-- i'm searching for spare parts-- (just so you know) i'm keeping my collar bones-- & when you touch these contradictory skins i can recall all the fragments of this body-- when i ask you to touch me it is not that i want to be made whole it is that i want you to inhale these ironies-- the robot & the boy who stand barefoot-- lean on bed posts i want to be your stained glass window-- drip the sunset over me-- do not be afraid of the cold parts-- i took the spokes of my old bicycle for ribs-- reflectors behind my eyes-- the darkness is only the end of a yo-yo string-- the sun in coming back & when it does i'll tell you a better story about me-- in the mean time i want to be held-- the machine was a girl & she had pig tails-- you are why i keep this skin am i too cold?