storage full

i download my face to the cloud
& walk around headless as can be.
sometimes i exorcise my bones
& find videos of dragons. what are you keeping
in the desktop folder labeled "hunger"?
that is where i house the power point 
presentation on why i should stay alive.
the first slide is a picture of the moon.
my computer tells me, "we have ghosts."
i restart & hope we are less haunted.
machines hold all of my organs but 
especially my liver. filter out the noise
of table saws & the deli slicer.
this is the amphibian life. the between
of saving & starting. naming files
after gods. double clicking on your throat
& craving the swallow. if i opened 
your screen would i find a video call
with a monster? would i find a tape
of all of us in a bath of fire & stone?
i tell my face, "we cannot be full there is
still so much to salvage." i collect pictures
of laughing monsters. they have no life
outside of my two hands. you don't
understand i need this acre of cemetery.
where else is the elephant going 
to run from his taxonomy along with me?
i'm telling you, there is a river 
of nothing but eyes. there i go & learn
to bathe with everyone watching.
there is nothing left for me to empty.
it would be like tying my hands
to stones & tossing them in the river.  
the flesh is, after all, only a url
where i go to shake.