Still Walking

My back’s splintered

from leaning over

to pick up organs

that fall from my mouth

--

My throat is sore

from shoving the rotting

flesh back down

my bruised esophagus

--

Sometimes I wonder

which organs I

could leave behind

and survive without

--

Last week, on my way to work

I retched up my lungs

and I didn’t lean over

to pick them back up

off the cold pavement

like the times before

--

Surely, someone needs them more than me

--

Yesterday, I coughed up

my cardiac muscle

and I didn’t stop walking

down the aisle

like the times before

--

Surely, someone could use it more than me

--

I've tried to replace them with other

similar lumps of flesh but my body

never accepts the transplant

--

I gave up years ago

My chest cavity is hollow

My ribs protect nothing

but my outward appearance

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