Rebecca Gozion
INDUSTRY
I had an emotional bypass,
A valve job on my feelings.
Now I’m pure Teflon II.
Nothing sticks, nothing penetrates.
I have no reaction. Go ahead
Say something beyond description.
A white froth stays on my lips.
I am overcome by drugs generated in my glands.
Tears in my upholstery:
I’d like to give you something
Wonderful. I look for something
And go blind.
When these doors open
I expect love.
No reflection.
No models.
Sores in the heart
That won’t heal.
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