Kylie Martin
Let’s open up our minds like wounds
and let them stew in oxygen.
I do not mind the chill, do you?
Let’s gather scientists to view
and poke our brains like specimens.
Let’s open up our minds like wounds –
you offer me, I offer you
up to the laboratory lens.
I do not mind the chill, do you?
Let’s gather God into a room
and confess all our thoughts like sins.
Let’s open up our minds like wounds.
Let’s lie on streets like dead raccoons
entombed in sky and then pretend
I do not mind the chill, do you?
Let’s shed off all our skin like suits.
Let’s strip to naked skeletons.
Let’s open up our minds like wounds.
I do not mind the chill, do you?
Kylie Martin has a BA in Literature from Ohio Northern University, which means she is a sucker
for a good poem in traditional form. For fun, she contemplates mortality while walking through
fields of sunflowers or speed-reads Shakespeare using no outside help (except the footnotes,
which don’t count). Her Twitter is @abstrusermusing.