Ravish me, Ralph.

Rip a sliver of me
from this heavy flesh
and preserve it
in silver gelatin.

Hold it up to strangers.
Make them feel how I feel
standing beneath
the lights and white walls,
staring at your blurred
masked children,
catching my own
faint reflection
in the glass.

Scream at them.
Make them invent colors.
Make them see themselves
in this false face.