Lunchtime Apoptosis
In the hospital chair,
I have given myself to me for burning
though my altar is only semi-flammable and hemmed with fire doors
now me splayed atop it is still antiseptic and limp
rag-doll-style, though I have never played with one.
I understand through the diagram in false colours
that it is in purple that I am to be disposed of
and that it is with a mint-green helical dustpan brush untangling
that I will be splayed on slides, and my blood curdled in yellow.
I wish to give myself to me for emptying.
I wish to flush, at 200mg/litre, over one and
a half hours my veins through and through
till they are translucent and breakable