Dissection

Lift back my skin and muscles, peel me like the orange you ate on Chinese New Year, this is a beginning too.

20,000 breaths, 100,000 heartbeats are not the rhythms that make this vessel hum oh there is so much more to see.

Slice me vermillion under a dying sun, make me mirror the sky.

Spill me out in the evening light, sticky and glistening.

And there, bloodied and broken, I will still ask you to love me.