See me
In the violet clouds glued to the reaction above,
In the darkness that eats my fingers and does not stop
Until everything feels like it’s floating
Above my chest—outsideoutside
I’m outside.
And I don’t remember opening the door.
Up is now dark and empty.
What do I remember?

Touch, no skin, metal.
We are silver and gold,
Cold metals that have been manipulated,
Fighting to remember what it’s like to be
human,
To stop the machine inside and actually see
The performance within.
Because we are beautiful,
An opera, a play, a sketch
That breathes fire up toward the
Dark ceiling—flames gently brushing
The arches and beams.
Metallic dragons from real worlds,
Backyards and basketball courts.

We are silver and gold,
Metal and warm
Metal and me
Metal and bone.