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  • Lily Lawson

Autopsy

I need my words ripped

and torn to shreds,

to have each remark

examined and questioned

under the very microscope,

if time allows.


To test myself against

whatever standards

you will set or use,

to see if I can meet them

or by some chance overcome,

or try again.


I want to evoke

some feeling in you,

that you maybe

have no language

to express,

yet you must try.


I want to touch you,

not with human hands,

but with my words.

to give rise to old thought

or even to make new,

that you may be changed.


And, when you at last

put down my words,

my hope, that they remain

and keep you company,

till time again shall come

that you return to them.