March 15, 2005

Anatomy of a Fever

A sudden shock stabs
the base of my spine,
and arches me up,
pushes me back,
travels up,
enters my neurons,
crackles outwards.
I am ablaze.

As a corpse
is reanimated
by a billion bolts,
I am
brought to life.

Keenly, I feel
my own edges.

I become aware
of my own skin.

I go from being
a clothed, civil creature
to a naked wanton,
wearing some clothes.

Fall 2003.

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