organ

eyes me like your boxes
of disected girls
 
left behind
glass panes
me to see them
(pains me to join them)
 
behind a transparent wall,
apparent life,
perform for you:
practice my form,
bowing on the bar,
let it be known
I’m trapped here for you

blink seven times
a second, hoping I’ll
wake up somewhere
new it was
never gonna work;
try anyway

try anyway to
convince me, argue
your way into my
head (home
is something I can never do again)

“help me” written 
and ignored on the glass.

try again,
knowing it won’t
work