you say i’m different
that’s what they all say
what if we make that true today?

what if i took you to your
basement hidden
from the eyes of our friends?

what if i spilled your guts with
the right questions
then put your organs on display?

what if i gave you tissues for
pent-up issues
then smeared them all on a slide

then analyzed you
with the smallest of scopes
and the sharpest of minds

then dissected the clumps of cells
for the makings of a man
then found the cancer killing you instead
metastasized from your head to your brain
a complex inferiority despite seven inches in length

i excised the worst parts of you
then injected the pain of missing me
you’ll be a few screws short
of needing a lobotomy

i’ll sew you up and send you out
our friends will think you’re fine
you’re now a little different
so am i
tell your therapist i had an excellent time

i’m in search of the perfect solution
the perfect proportion
of pursuit and affliction
could the high of the pain
eclipse the high of the hunt?

inconclusive