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