general surgery

it feels like 
trying to keep my stomach
from climbing out of my throat
and flopping to the floor

(now my insides lie wet 
and cold between us)

while I clutch my empty torso
and I can't breathe because
I go to sleep and no one is there,

because you reached into my chest
and pulled out my lungs and threw
them away

(I search every trashcan
you might have touched 
but I can't find them,
I still can't find them)

so I cover my eyes and pretend
you're not just an inch out of reach