Unboxing

by Ben Stringfellow

 

Cut open my cardboard veins,

you tell me. I do that and more.

I feel their hallowed combs

play the ridges of my fingerprints

and listen to the music it makes.

You tell me to peel off

plastic skin and spill out

Styrofoam guts. I do.

And there’s nothing as beautiful,

more human,

than that music.