Door break open
‘no roles barred.' Every cell is
ready to be seen: blood, sinew, fat, flesh

I touch your head, a bolt shoots through my hand
it takes force of will to pull away.
The shock resonates for days on end

Two prongs forced into a socket.
Heals over head I fall to the side, intact
recoiling to center on the tide of daybreak

Georgia’s clouds hide the sun
What the hell is high art?
I will always be a working class, melting pot babe

Drop the suspenders from my shoulders,
under these coveralls is an unexpected body
washed fresh in the raindrops falling from the oak tree