An appointment

No doctor I’ll not say where it hurts

My pursed lips are shut 

like the lips of a walnut-

Oh but my heart is a sponge

It’s so full of holes,

It expands in these currents

Till it feels like it bursts-

And all things that pass 

Pass through it so thoroughly-

Now drifting through space, 

My insides are out,

They trail alongside me 

Like the tail of a comet-

If its space that you need, then I’ll be the sky

I’ll stretch myself thin, I’ll bleed myself dry-

If it’s money you want, like a larcenous current, from deep in the ocean, I’ll shore up your rent out of a Portuguese galleon-

Why, when it’s others that leave, does it feel like I’m the one vanishing ? Doctor I think, just to wipe the look from off of your face, I could eat up your doctorate, hanging so neatly from behind your desk.