Day 1: The Arrival...

Just posting all my poems to catch up...

The  arrival….

Today a toolbox arrived in my stomach

Steel drawers are opening

Pressed against my navel

Someone is hammering at my abdomen

As if they’re trying to chisel a 6-pack

Yet I just feel bloated

Its metal corners are piercing my sides

I think the pliers have latched on to my spleen

There is a staple gun attacking my back

Someone has been screwing and unscrewing strained nails all night

Just find a place to hang your misery and leave

I’m sure there are 8 wires wrapped around my kidney

And something leveling my Pancreas

This toolbox brings a jackhammered tongue and an emotional pendulum too

Every month now someone has been coming to gut my inner warehouse

And today the toolbox arrived in my stomach.

©Brion Gill