Whatever Is the Matter

My thought at the collarbone:
how the skin carries its light. One
breathable membrane, an onion
nerve filled and luminous. One half

a current-ridden circuit, one hollow
for these shoulders, curled spine. Wrists
undamaged and strong ankles, free
of any hurt. How I regret not opening
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