You define the heartbeats
successively thumping
in my chest that's essential
to my blood flow, an avalanche
of Type O red molten lava.

you study me like
fossils underground,
digging deep into
my jagged bones.
i saw your eye through
the microscope, mega-eyelashes
blinking.

you solve me like an
algebraic equation,
where n is the number
of times i cried wolf,
divided by m, the number
of times i choked
on the truth. what is x?

you explain me like
philosophy, quoting
one philosopher a day.
depending on my mood.
i would rather get a
fortune cookie and eat
my fortune and throw the
cookie away.

if(n>x);
printf("voidn");
clrscr();
you should know by now that
i am not programmable.
but i will self-destruct
if you push the wrong button.

then, soon you'll be studying
my cold motionless corpse,
dissecting me like a frog
dead-drunk on formalin.

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