there is an
ache

it seems
to begin
in my left
shoulder blade
where it knots
along my neck
before stabbing
directly
into my brain

a red hot blade
through the buttery
gelatin
spiked with
chemicals
delusions
and other sundry things

but it begins with
an ache

somewhere
in that gap
where
if i were
a real boy
my heart would
hang
in an ivory cage
instead of this
sawdust sack
feebly spinning
in condemnation