Poem #811

oh I wish I was not forgotten
a sad assemblage of ligament
bone
and flesh
oozing outward on a flat table
feigning fascination with the grooves
of the wood grain
maybe an unwitting explorer
will flick the switch on the wall
and shine light on me once again

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