i hit a vein in my leg this morning

& the whole ocean came out of my thigh.
the sea urchins & the crabs & 
& the shipwrecks.
no, maybe i'm exaggerating
it was just a single red gem.
i am not skilled at the science of crystals
so i will have to hold onto it
& see if it's worth anything.
by "anything" i mean money. i'm not interested
in the sentimental worth of my blood.
i could start a gem collection
like a real dragon. i could 
plant them in my stomach & wait 
for the scales to grow. how badly
have you wanted to spot a dragon?
i once committed alchemy 
just by staring at an airplane
with all my dragon desire.
what is it about weird girls
& dragons? i shouldn't stay up so late,
it leads to me sleeping in 
ten extra minutes & then the day
is made of glass all shattered 
in the carpet. the backdoor
leads to a hole in the world.
all the air is coming out of my skin.
i am a balloon animal. i am
a clown's masterpiece. my dog 
is writing a poem that is better
than mine & the vein in my leg
is healing not fast enough.
blood on my thumb. testosterone 
smells like an old animal's fur.
at the flea market you can find
the pelts of tigers & the trunks 
of elephants. they all smell 
like a ripe needle. 
people say hormones make you
more feral but i think they make me
deciduous. my limbs are
more prone to falling off & growing back.
the forest floor is covered in
ballet slippers. the forest floor
was once a great show & is now 
taking a few years off. i am going to molt
all my feathers until i am 
your naked eagle. your best friend
was always telling lies about you to everyone.
in my dream i tried to gossip 
to win the admiration of a girl
i've had an at least ten year crush on.
she follows me on instagram.
i follow her. she turn into a gem
& i keep her though i should retrun her
to the house she used to live in
when we were small. i have 
a map of my town & then there is
the reality & they don't match up.
my fingers are all different lengths
depending on the position 
of the moon. my fingers are long & lanky
& i drumb them on the window tonight.
i creep myself out. i am becoming
a red tree made of blood.
if i could gather myself
into a treasure chest i'd barter it
for wifi & a postage stamp's worth
of silence. i'm going to live
in a different body now. 
so long, i will leave 
a gem for you.