heavy breathing wakes me
and I brace for pain
as gauntlets rest on protruding knees
more machine
than carbon based
mean machine
cold snaps
these are steps I take
before taking steps
home schooling is for me
not quite yet
it’s cyborg Sunday
my alphabet soup
spells a r
my favorite number
must be 15
a rap on the door
brings an old woman
who asks
if I’ve seen dead children
her skin tic tac toed
across her face
staccato palpitations reply
she’s puzzled
dementia nervosa
she asks
where have you been
son of Tatooine
I reach for a device
voice amplification
because of hollow neck syndrome
Taken out at the knees
I say
deeper than Hawking
Kill shot in throat
negatory
why was I born
only to be dismembered
She says
there is much to learn
young one
My empty tear ducts hiccup
