if you knew how many of us walking among you

are shells of grainy brown skin

parts discarded burned scarred keloided

shadowboxing white coats

to live

maybe you would be bold - unafraid in pursuit of ecstasy

clearing the spaces where spirit weeps

opening your heart to wonder

we who are bereft of organs and bloody parts 

want you to live

to taste freedom

to nourish a loving soul

finding beauty in what is left of the messy brown bag