Where Have I gone?

Where have I gone?

I am lost

in this skin

my limbs

foreign like God

to atheists.

Mold has sprouted

in all the bullet holes

that spontaneously

bleed

Somebody forgot to patch them.

My thoughts are blizzards

in July

in a melting brain

memories are tsunami waves

and I never learned how

to swim.

My arms breathe

like bulldozers

my back creaks

like Grandma’s rocking chair

my knees croak like dying frogs

and my lips

they keep consuming

too much.

I lost me

in this apparatus

they call

my body.

Where have I gone?